And Then--Puppies Everywhere
pregnant pet
we bet she'll birth us eight
or nine can't wait for pups
we pine experienced
mama no drama
is expected eight cuties
mom's duties halted by milk fever day
three
great
changes
we
would
soon
see
pups indoors
pee-pee
pours
poop
piles
bottle feeding eight needy
squirming tiny
tyrants--but so
adorable while making the house smell
deplorable gotta go
I know
they're hungry.
April 12, 2017
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