May 23, 2008


As we struggle to grow,
if you'll just let us know
what you think,
'cause if you don't,
when next your eyes blink,
I might be gone, without a bone,
no caresses, all alone, and no toys.

I remember, as I waited with joy
when I heard those vols,
and wagged as they called,
no trouble with a good snuggle

as they sang my name.

I bless them all.

Never ending pups like us,
Yes, there's muss and of course fuss,
at times a good cuss -
But behind it all, just give us a call,
offer what you will, for we'll be here still.

. . . Dante

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