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As you can see, the Doxie runt survived and became my childhood pet, Fritz von Etgen.

Poem written for and submitted to “Pets Poetry Contest,” Rob Carmack, sponsor, August 31, 2025.

RUNT OF THE LITTER-Pets Poetry Contest

RUNT OF THE LITTER ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Hilda’s in labor!” Mr. Davis shouted across the yard. barefooted I dashed next door, witnessing the magic, the slow unfurling of five milk-chocolate Dachshunds, slippery and new, squirming in the afternoon light. they were a writhing mass ‘neath Hilda's warm belly, each Doxie pup vying for a place at the milk bar, a frantic, adorable scramble for nourishment. the runt~smallest of the litter, a tiny replica, immediately claimed a space in my heart, a fragile hope nestled in my palm. giggles bubbled up, a fizzy sweetness in my throat watching the Doxies, their eyes closed, wriggle drunk on instinct and the promise of warmth. then, the shift~ Hilda’s nudge, almost imperceptible, the runt, pushed aside, its tiny whimper lost in the chorus. the magic fractured, my first brush with unfairness, a memory, bittersweet, etched in the sepia tones of a long-ago summer. Mr. Davis's weathered hands, a gentle scoop, a fragile life transferred to mine. hands, small then, cupped around a life barely there, a sparrow fallen from a nest. the shoebox, a makeshift cradle, lined with a doll blanket~ inside the scent of old shoes, the tiny runt stretched, then a hesitant yawn, a twitch of his paw. "Why, Mr. Davis? Why would she...?" the question hung, a child's innocent accusation against the wild. Mr. Davis, a sage in overalls, explained the weight of instinct and survival's brutal calculus, too heavy for my young heart to bear. Now, years later, I understand~ the hard choices and love disguised as pain. But in the shoebox, in the dust-filled summer light, all I felt was the fragile pulse of a life I desperately wanted to save.
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September 8, 2025 at 2:10 AM
Wonderful poem, Dear Sara. Heartfelt congratulations on your podium win. It's a great honor for me to share this podium with you.
Etgen-Baker Avatar
September 8, 2025 at 6:11 PM
Your comments deeply touched me, dear Sotto. I saw that we shared 'the podium' and feel equally as honored to be there with you. You made my evening, hugs from Texas, Sara
Carmack Avatar
September 7, 2025 at 6:57 PM
This moved me the most out of the top ten. I was certain that the shoebox became a coffin. I am glad to see that Fritz von Etgen made it. The Dachshund is one of my favorite breeds. Congrats.
Etgen-Baker Avatar
September 8, 2025 at 6:10 PM
aww, thank you Rob! I'm grateful my poem moved you...I appreciate the win & doxies are my favorite breed as well. have a splendid evening, Sara
Gauthier Avatar
September 1, 2025 at 7:12 PM
Quite memorable indeed ~ Laughed out loud each when I got to "Doxie pup vying for a place at the milk bar".
Etgen-Baker Avatar
September 2, 2025 at 5:02 PM
glad you liked that line....it's one of my favorites :-)
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