His eyes large and brown,
Human eyes almost,
His fur soft and warm,
Like Mother's hair in summer.
When down, I look to him for comfort,
He nuzzles me, licks me,
Snaps at the flies of my worries,
Scattering them like dandelion fluff.
But he misbehaves,
Cruel like a teenager or worse.
Chews my shoes and drops them,
Looking me in the eye.
It appears to be spite,
Him mocking like a mime,
Able to pierce me
Without word knives.
He doesn't know, I remind me,
He is no human.
Spite and hate are humans,
Dogs are love and play.
What is the poet trying to express about his worries when the dog scatters "them like dandelion fluff"?
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The worries are neat to watch as they fly away.
The worries are strong enough to make him sneeze.
The worries are capable of traveling far in the wind.
The worries are very small and insignificant.