The dog was a puppy at the rescue,
on the first day that we met.
The wrinkled face, the floppy ears,
She stole my heart with no regret.
I was nervous to bring her home.
What would my two cats think?
A wiggling ball of energy,
who I bathed in the kitchen sink.
The dog is now medium, friendly as can be.
She loves to play and zoom about the yard,
Chasing squirrels or birds who drop on by.
She’s not caught one yet thankfully,
Though she sure loves to try!
She loves to watch the neighborhood,
hoping for pets and treats.
The dog has helped me meet the neighbors.
She’s helped me make new friends.
She brings joy where ever she goes,
Her goofiness never ends.
I love this poem, sweet and whimsical. And I can relate having a young dog myself.