We had snow the first week, after I brought you home,
Fifteen years ago,
You didn’t turn “Tail” and run back indoors,
Bless your little hide, No!
You were a mere twelve inches, up to your ears,
The snow was eight inches deep,
But you kept plodding on without any fears,
You wanted to take a quick peep.
To see what this strangeness was, in your backyard,
It smelled cold and it was, and the water was hard,
where it had dripped from the gutter and froze.
So I said, “come on lets take you in or you’ll get a
chill in your toes,” you’d sleep through the night.
Up to six or seven hours, you were clean from five months of age,
I’d put newspapers down, but you’d need less and less,
Till you didn’t even need half a page.
The problem was water, but not “puppy pee”,
As you tried hard to catch hold of your reflection,
You thought, “Who’s this in my water bowl, this needs
some further inspection!
You changed all your teeth, I’ve still got a few,
You never had any trouble, you had your own mitten,
To pull on or chew, Yes! I’ve some kept in a little plastic “Bubble”,
Now you’re fifteen and laid snoring,
Of what do you dream? Your cat pal called “Spike”,
Who’s now seven, or when you’ve a saucer each
from a carton of cream,
And your face seems to say, “Bow Wow! This is heaven”.