Lady
Lady sleek and trim,
Playing ball is her thing,
Running in the garden wanting to play,
She could do it all day.
Lady can be a diva,
She grumbles in her own way,
But you understand what she says,
Be it food, walk or play she will get her own way,
Lady hates the squirrels,
Tells them to go away,
She doesnt want to play wit them,
They ran she won.
Lady is a rescue dog,
Three times she was returned,
She just wanted a family,
One that would understand her,
She has her forever home
Copyright © Tracy Mcfayden | Year Posted 2020
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