She wouldn't win a beauty prize
My happy little Muffin.
She wasn't very much for size,
But sure kept me a huffin'.
She chased the rooster to the deck
Just to see that banty run.
When he hit the house and broke his neck
She was just having fun.
We'd play a game of hide and seek.
I'd seek and she would run.
I'd be so tired I couldn't speak.
She'd still be having fun.
She watched him hide his pretty wares
When the Easter Bunny came.
And as the children ran in pairs,
She joined into their game.
Their short legs were longer than
The short ones that she wore.
For each egg going in their pan
She'd find a dozen more.
We tried to take them from her and
She'd look at us and grin.
Her mouth was faster than our hand
As another egg went in.
She wouldn't mind me when I called her
As I trembled and I cried.
Though I ran and pleaded with her
A car hit her and she died.
I've had dogs that were more faithful
And superior in size,
But at being glad and gleeful,
Happy Muffin wins the prize.
Grandkids love to hear the story
Of how Muffin stole the eggs
And how God took her up to glory
On her little Dachshund legs.
By: Joyce Johnson