I love thee to the length and breadth and fluffiness, especially your snugability for the ends of comfort and ideal snoozing.
I love thee to the level of every day’s most sleepy need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee purely, as I love no other being or item, even my “man-cave” crate.
I love thee with my super sized greyhound heart put to use, as in my racing days, and with a puppy’s exuberance.
I love thee with a love I thought I had lost with my last mashed, scrunched, spent pillow.
I love thee with the stinky dragon breath, happy dances and whines of all my life;
And, if DOG choose,
I shall but love thee better after you are fully broken in.