Annie Dog

Her given name was Anna Abigail Logan, But to family she was Foo Foo, Trot-a-dog, Scruff McMuffin, Nose Brain, Poo Dog, Annie Bananie, Snarf Dog, Anners, Baby Girl, and Lovie. A tiny fluff ball with black button eyes, She had no brakes at first. I sat on the carpet by the fireplace to play. She would run full speed at me, Crash head first into my outstretched leg, Fall over, jump up in flash motion, Then tare off in circles of fun. She was an ambassador of love, A warm little lap-sized giving machine. She had no fear of strangers. Hugs were pets and she collected them From everyone, everywhere, Giving back sloppy wet kisses Whenever she could get a good lick in. A silver miniature Schnauzer of merit, Supreme friend and companion extraordinaire. With a nose that came out to greet you, Big bushy eyebrows and a deluxe beard Dangled in her water dish, Dripping after a good drink. She walked on log legs, cylinders of long fur. Perfectly groomed, sniffing air and thick woods Or snoozing with Mom in her favorite chair. Good-bye dear Annie Dog. We will see You on the other side of the Rainbow Bridge.