watching a puppy be a puppy
Our puppy never walks
He runs, prances, dances, chases his tail
His face conveys happiness every second
His tongue hangs to his legs when he sleeps
He gulps down water as if he has been in the Sahara for two years
He does everything fast, and to the utmost
With wide, exuberant enthusiasm
It is a joy to watch my puppy be a puppy
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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