You wiggled, grunted, and waddled into our lives,
With four big brown bear paws, and silky fur.
You, the newest addition, bounced along our floor.
We greeted you with enthusiastic delight,
With cheers, and hurrah!
We welcomed the baby, in our sight.
With your floppy ears,
You stole, and stole, and stole.
Socks, spoons, and a garbage bag or two.
And other things,
That shall not be named in this blog post.
For fear Momma, will blush the most.
There were expensive things; those eyeglasses placed on the ledge,
With one wagging finger at Daddy, he did pledge.
Enthusiastically, he said he would protect his stuff.
Because I warned him: puppies do not know the difference between diamonds, or fluff.
But did he heed my words?
Please, draw your own conclusions: teeth marks are in the lenses that resemble roads.
As the years passed we aged together,
Between us, more grey hairs than I care to count.
Then there were bumps here, and there,
And some of those lumps were removed.
A sigh of relief, spread across the room,
When we were told fear not, they are not a sign, of impending doom.
Long walks together were moments to bond,
Together, in wooded trails, just me and you.
Then we gathered with friends,
There was a buddy for me, and one for you too.
And we all walked together,
Two by two.
Winds brought change I did not ask for,
And when the phone rang it brought a message:
Time was up for a person I loved.
I sobbed, and wailed, threw my hands in the air!
There you stood between me and Daddy.
Gazing up, you snuggled close, but were not quite sure what else to do.
You were there for me,
With your twirling tail, and tightly tucked in ears,
Snuggling close, and forcing me to tend to you.
Your early wake-up calls never ceased,
And when I opened the door,
You seemed to smile, and say, “feed me!”
But you are not perfect, our manipulative beast.
As if you could snap your fingers, you command:
Open the door! Let me in! Let me out!
Feed me! Walk me!
I wish to go to Pet Value NOW!
“And please, pass the cheese,” you always demand.
You wake me early,
To my dismay.
Even on weekends,
You do not care.
For I am the servant,
To the dog, we love the most.
I complain as if I do not like your demanding ways.
Truth be told, I would not change a thing,
For you are the one, that brightens our days.
And without you in our life, we would have little left to say.
For you are funny, smart, cute, and cuddly.
And you will always be: Mommy and Daddy’s little buddy.
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I know.
I’m no Poet.
Hey, we all have limitations. But for my fury friend, it felt like he deserved something special.
Tortuous Tales 