Poncho

When I grew up
I had a pup
His name was Poncho
boy could he put on a show

He used to knock me down
onto the ground
He was comparable to a jumping bean
that you couldn't wean

Reproach to him made no sense
one day he jumped the fence
He bit the neighbors lip
leaving a scar from the nip

We had to deliver him away
alas he had somewhere he'd stay

*A true story
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Callus Avatar
November 26, 2020 at 6:08 AM
What a pity that some pets turn nasty and have to be taken away! Unfortunately when a dog snaps trust snaps as well:( ~ Regards // paul
Crabtree Avatar
November 26, 2020 at 12:54 PM
Yes. My got rid of him, but at least they didn't have him put to sleep :)
Krutsinger Avatar
October 29, 2020 at 5:05 AM
At least he got to live! These days a biting dog is often hauled off to be destroyed. An ending that is kind of happy.
Crabtree Avatar
October 29, 2020 at 4:51 PM
I would have been sad if they had put him to sleep :(
Wolf Avatar
October 27, 2020 at 4:53 PM
Poor Poncho... For some reason I kept thinking of Don Quixote's sidekick. His name was Sancho Panza. I must 'thinking dyslexia.' lol. :)
Crabtree Avatar
October 27, 2020 at 5:33 PM
lol
One Avatar
October 26, 2020 at 6:36 AM
Oh that is a sad ending..
Crabtree Avatar
October 26, 2020 at 4:43 PM
It was, but luckily they let him go somewhere else instead of putting him asleep.
Pandit Avatar
October 26, 2020 at 5:40 AM
Sad ending--but memories live on!
Crabtree Avatar
October 26, 2020 at 4:40 PM
Thank you, Vijay. It was a sad time.
Buhagiar Avatar
October 25, 2020 at 11:15 PM
Seems he was a bit too lively to keep. Wonder what the neighbour said!! Hope the lip healed. ~~
Crabtree Avatar
October 26, 2020 at 4:39 PM
Thank you, Victor. My parents said that the neighbors daughter had a scar after that. :(
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