Dink, My Pug
I had an old dog, Old Dink was my pug.
He had such an ugly but adorable mug.
The nose on his face was squashed and mashed in.
And he would snort when he breathed out or when he breathed in.
He was quite a pet.
One I will never forget.
He loved to go swimming and play in the creek.
Kids all around would all come around in hopes that they might get a peek.
For old Dink loved to play.
And with the kids he would stay.
He was the sweetest of all the dogs that I’ve ever owned.
Everybody loved old Dink, he was well known.
He loved to go riding and would sit in my lap.
Strange noises he would make when he took his nap.
He was my friend this little dog that I loved so.
We could all take a lesson from little Dinker don’t you know.
Well he has gone on now to where all good doggies go.
He brought sunshine to my life in those days so long ago.
Goodbye to my friend till maybe one day our paths cross again.
Till that day happens I’ll always keep your memories my friend.
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