I've found this poem on the web which author is unknown. I had a fit of laughter reading it. It's just the perfect poem for Boris de Bruin.

You feed me when I'm hungry
You keep water in my dish
You let me sleep on anything
Or in any place I wish
You sometimes let me lick your hands
Or even lick your face
Despite the fact I've licked myself
In every private place!
You taught me how to come when called
You taught me how to sit
You always let me go outside
So I can take a ....
I've been with you through oh, so much
Through laughter and through tears
I hope you live to be a hunderd...
(that's 700 in doggy years)!

credits:
heather t. - tangled twirls

vinnie pearce - placid, my sister. my friend, woodlands parks, romance me