UNCONDITIONAL LOVE The end of the day has finally come, And I've worked myself to death. I'm dirty and I'm smelly, And completely out of breath. As I jouney home I wonder What a reception it will be When she meets me at the door What a sight she will see. I've only been gone since morning I don't expect too much. How can she hug and kiss me When I'm too dirty to touch. So home I get and open the door And what a welcome did I receive. She gave me so much affection That I could not believe. The dirt and smell didn't matter, Love surrounded me like a fog. It's always nice to come home To my underdstanding dog. Copyright 1996