My Hero
Oh no, what a flow,
wee wee on the hardwoods,
we've got a ways to go,
running amuck,
jumping around,
what's up with my rotty?
I look so astound,
so playful and strong,
and handsome to boot,
but dogs their not vein,
they need dog training routes,
sit, come stay,
heel, jump, paw,
now my rotty barks,
mom, teach me more,
we've weathered the storm,
we've been through alot,
with you learning much,
and I having taught,
you are my best boy,
I love you so much,
a huge place in my heart, Hero,
that's what you've touched.
Copyright © Susan Viscione | Year Posted 2010
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