Our First Pet
He was just a little wiener;
our precious little pup
and I was just a toddler,
when my breakfast, he did sup.
How he loved his burgers;
ham he loved, as much.
He could quickly murder
bologna, cheese and such.
I toddled along behind him
his tail, I held in brace.
He didn't mind my toddler whims,
when we were face-to-face.
He was just a little wiener;
a playful little friend.
He had the best demeanor
and we loved him, to the end.
Entered in contest: Dachshunds
Sponsored by: Rob Carmack
1-15-15
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2015
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