From the moment I walk into the door,

Up runs a familiar face.

Huge chocolate eyes open wide and a mouth open even wider,

A small rosy tounge drips with excitement.

The only sounds to be heard are

Scurrying of tiny paws upon a spotless tile floor, 

Deep loud panting,

And constant yelps of joy. 

Up comes a bouncing ball of fur,

White as the tile he hops on.

How could something this small be full of such energy?

Just a cheerry, tiny puppy with unlimited love to give.