Pop and I with our family doxie, Fritz von Etgen
(image from poetess' personal scrapbook)
CANINE KING ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He was a dachshund extraordinaire, a canine king with a luxurious coat most fair. He ruled our neighborhood with nary a care, his tail wagging wildly, his ears flapping in the air. His little legs moved swiftly, patrolling the streets quite deftly. He sniffed and snuffled with a curious mind, chasing the squirrels with harmless malign. He barked at strangers with a fearless din, growling and showing his teeth like a sharp mandolin. He ruled the streets with an iron paw, protecting and serving with his loving, doxie law. He licked the faces of those he knew, reigning gently while enjoying his doggie chews. He was a master of mischief with his charming ways, nudging with his nose, his way of begging you to stay. His barks were music to my ears, his wags a delight, dancing and prancing with a carefree spirit, light. He was a dachshund extraordinaire, a neighborhood hero and loving arbiter.
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