Dynamite
I must have been six years old
When my Dad came home one day
He had a shoe box under his arm
What’s in it? He wouldn’t say
Mom said it’s a surprise for you
It’s something that’s really great
You can see it after dinner
If you both clean your plate
My bro and I scoffed it down
We just couldn’t wait to see
When Dad took off the lid
We were happy as can be
A Boston terrier puppy dog
As tiny as he could be
His Mom wouldn’t feed her pups
That’s why we got him for free
No solid food for several weeks
An eye dropper used to feed
The first two weeks were nip and tuck
But then he grew like a weed
My Dad said “it’s your dog boys”
Come up with a name that’s right
We thought, we fought and finally agreed
So we named him “Dynamite”
Copyright © Charles Sides | Year Posted 2011
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