On little paws
\nShe walks like a queen
\nShe’s sweet and nibble
\nUntil she trips and falls
\nShe glances around, hoping
\nIt was unseen!
\nTiny golden lady,
\nShe was born to run through trees
\nTumbling with other puppies
\nShe only reached for grace
\nAmongst the city streets
\nLittle ears raised
\nShort hair
\nBroken nose from rough puppy play
\nShe wishes to be all the things
\nThat she isn’t
\nNarrow and trim,
\nShe wants to be curved
\nShe wishes for long ears
\nInstead of her ones so pert
\nShe bemoans her broken nose
\nBut she still loves to fight
\nShe still trips over her own feet
\nWhen she gets excited or forgets
\nHer wee self
\nHer ears only hang askance from
\nHer pulling them to hang low
\nTo try to look more like other dogs look
\nShe trims her nails with her teeth
\nFor the always perfect manicure
\nDon’t point it out
\nYou’ll embarrass the Dear
\nWe all have our vanities
\nEven tiny dogs
\nWe all wish sometimes
\nTo be someway that we simply are not
\nMy beautiful girl, my sweet golden heart,
\nYou’re perfect the way you are,
\nFrom the tip of your nose to the points of toes
\nShe’ll never believe me
\nThe same way any human won’t see
\nHow others love the very things
\nAbout them
\nThat they wish they could change
\nLets not pull our ears down
\nAnd make them crooked with longing
\nWe are what we are
\nAnd loved dearly for being <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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