That dog

The deep brown of the eyes
A pink squirrel at the feet
Staring at some distant object
The smallest of paws pat down the hall
Her soft icy white fur as soft as grass
On a warm summer’s day
The day I first laid eyes on this ball of fluff
I remember as if it was yesterday
The feet under the door
Pat, pat, pat
Go the paws on the floor
However, what I love about my dog
Is her soft bark