Like a Vet

I went around the boarder of Canada and London I found groups of dogs like they were my own I’ll start with my mother’s pet at home No other than Jumbo, the finest of all, now alone Jumbo was so sweet, other times refused to eat I thought he’d like chicken at MacDo or pizza of Greenwich I found five more dogs at neighborhood Owned by my younger brother, a hard working dude Perina was his special German Shepherd Puppy Very naughty to catch my feet, so I couldn’t walk away Goldador Migo barked at other strangers, he’s my favorite I hope he’ll not be sold for howling, digging or being strict Cindy’s features resembled Jumbo and Migo But she loved collecting their left-over foods up to his paws Buddy looked like a German Wirehaired Pointer He loved strolling around, stays home only at dinner Gusting was the oldest, moved to a new house with my brother Took lots of chances of greeting me, a real attention seeker These five dogs were well-disciplined Remained seated during food partition without complain Among them, Migo got my huge admiration Seated in crossed legs while partition was going on He danced without music holding my hands I wasn'tt stranger to him, his victim was so stunned! Moving on to my cousin’s place, at my dearest friend and sister’s Had her piggy doggy Alaska, the fattest I’ve seen in that boarder Alaska was a mixed breed of Finnish Spits and Goldador Like a man when sleeping, she loudly snores My last joyful tour was at the house of my cousin’s brother OMG! Four more smart dogs were waiting for me there! I first met Winter, a big Siberian Husky I felt I was at parachute to touch a breed I’d dreamt to see Their Terrier Puppy, Summer also liked me When I cuddled him, he licked my fingers naughtily When my attention was with the two Valdo stretched his harness reaching me out with his paws I took them both but he gave me one And we ended up shaking hands Valdo was like a clever politician He introduced himself as the Mayor of Dogs Town This scene was the most amazing Relatives who have seen us were laughing While the last mutt, Yogi shyly curled down his tail Looks as if he wanted to cringe, was he scared? As I waved my hand at him something came into my mind Perhaps he’d traumatic experience, so I’ve to understand He was once a pet of my cousin who went to Dubai Giving him for adoption was kind of rejection, am I right? No matter what the reason was, Yogi didn’t bark at me Perhaps he liked me too, tamed pet like other doggies My tour around the boarder was a lot of fun Perhaps all doggies thought I was a Veterinarian Nov. 5, 2017 8.54am- A poem written for me in remembrance for those lovely dogs -I wrote this remembering all pet dogs in our family circle. Perina and Summer are no longer puppies. Pictures were sent to me. So sad to hear that the owner sold Cyndi last Nov. 1, 2017. I wished I was there to stop him. I’m in tears now.