My dog Midge is a one man dog, and I'm a one dog man.
We live our lives together, as happily as we can.
Her legs are short and so are mine, but I'm by far much taller.
But the age gap which at first was long is getting ever smaller.
One year of mine's worth seven of her's, at least that's what I'm told.
So with a little reckoning you see, together we'll get old.
She's seventy-seven dog years now and I am ten years more.
By twenty-twenty my little dog will have evened up the score.
(Midge 91 Me 89)