He was a bundle of cuddlesome delight
when first I brought him home,
a bouncy, yappy pup
full of mischief.
He loved to entertain
performing tricks and making silly noises.
Even when I tried to teach him
to be good
to sit
be still
he’d roll around, do his stunts
wag his tail
and look at me with a goofy grin.
How could I be stern?
As he grew he gathered round
a motley sort of pack.
They trampled flowers
and dead-patched the lawn
his noisy doggy gang.
Now he’s grown
left this home
but still he comes to visit,
still makes me laugh as no other can
and wishes for me to be happy.
Into my garden he brings the funshine
to me he brings love.