Henry's Friends

Who is this one
Who comes each day
They seem to spy
A mile away
And run to greet
That smiling face
Then stop and beg
(Sometimes with grace)
And some a little
Jealously
To have first bite
Of a delicacy
He seems to think
It's just the treats
That bring them faithfully
To his feet
But I see more
With my heart and eyes
Dogs know true friends
We should be so wise