She sits,
waiting for me to move,
waiting for a prize,
a prize she has always valued,
in her mind
 
and heart.
 
She doesn't need a present,
she asks for no material possesions,
she begs not for physical items...
I get up from my chair,
walk over to her
 
I sit down next to her on the floor,
we look each other in the eyes,
we sit there,
eyes fixed on one another...
 
I break,
 
I get up,
and reaching down ever so gently
I pat her on the head and say her most valued words...
 
"good dog"

Dolan Gish's questions:

Hello, I'd like you to critique me on word choice, I also feel this poem needs to have a bit more of a buildup to the end.

I would also like suggestions on a possible titile, I would like something that would have a breif description but not give away the surprise at the end.

Thank you for your time.