Woof
Woof
Translated: small package
Four legs, four paws, big jaws,
fancy ears and a long tail.
My dog is from the pound.
What did I expect?
He is six foot at the shoulder,
Reads books, on Saturday nights.
But, sadly he won’t eat generic brand fudge cycles.
Only the best bunny ice-cream will do.
He was tiny really, just a bitty thing.
Slowly, slowly… Overnight! Life became all too real.
We laugh and talk, and it does not matter, now…
I work two jobs to bring home the bacon, and eggs and
chow and a cow, and, but still.
The surprise of my life, was a furry friend,
that gives more than I can.
God loves dogs,
big, and tiny, whiny small,
all.
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