A Best Friend Saga Contrast

Ben,our springer,brown & white Was our teen-daughter's delight; Bred by the famous Shand-Kydd Causing us to part with fifty quid. He soon grew,chewing lino & chairs Forever racing up our stairs; We'd no idea what he would become This stress-filled harum-scarum. A sporting dog,much too inbred So to the vet,our footsteps led; A day so filled with tears, Engraved upon all our yesteryears. Soon, we were given Bess Collie-cross,black & white,no less; Perfect in temperament,ready to please Walking her,my mind at ease. Each night to her bean bag she crept In the kitchen , cosy,she slept; Welcomed all with wagging tail Without faults,she could not fail. A pet no one would ever trade Her memory now in cross-stitch made; Loyalty of the lasting,loving kind No replacement,were we to find. Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2008