Glad For Spot
A tiny mutt followed her home
She was not allowed to keep it
She was six, and not in charge
Her mother despised dogs.
When she was nine she was allowed Spot.
Spot spent his life chained to a house
Out in the yard during all the seasons
It made her sad, but she had no say.
When Spot died, she was in college.
Nineteen, she felt glad for Spot.
Spot finally got to romp and play
and be a dog in heaven.
At twenty she was married.
She began bringing dogs home.
She brought them home whenever she was sad.
She brought eight dogs home.
All different breeds
chow, husky, beagle, lab, mutt, mutt, mutt, and mutt.
She was trying to make up for Spot.
Never realizing there was nothing she could do.
It was never her choice.
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