The Dog and I

This old bed's so cold it keeps us awake
And the roof, it leaks - when wet it may break.
We don't hear complaints from the rafters
In silence they cry, an absence of laughter.
Despite our struggles, the dog still gets cuddles
We're the best of friends, don't call me his master.
The dog's by my side with his faithful brown eyes
Together we weather the storms and survive.
We walk by the lake, come rain or shine
He searches for rabbits and I long for a time
When we go back to a cabin, that's cosy and dry
Where the sheets are warm and the rafters don't cry.
This is our little world, and we always get by
At our lakeside home, the dog and I