A New Son
“A young male schnoodle –
a stray on the streets,” she told
me, about this dog…
“…animal shelter
placed him with his first rescue,
who called another…..
more breed-specific –
we took him as a foster…
he’s such a sweet boy!
Come meet him!” she urged.
Off we drove to fall in love,
welcome a new son.
“Here is all his food~
oh, and the ball is sacred.”
We brought him home, changed
his name from King to
Ollie, bought a new collar,
tag, and dog sweater.
We introduced him
to his new tribe of brothers –
a family tree!
He doesn’t like baths,
wants to play fetch all day long.
His eyebrows tell all.
He whine-talks his thoughts,
outright barks his firm demands.
He’s made us his own!
HE. IS. PRECIOUS. They all are! And how true it is that these God-sent creatures (just look in their eyes) make us their own! I cannot imagine my own life without dogs, Kim. Nor can my boys – could we even call it “life”?
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