Dog/puppy
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Cessna,
Have I ever told you
how proud I am?
How proud I am of you.
You grew from a little boy
of twenty-some pounds.
Twenty-some pounds at four months.
As you grew, you learned
Of all my fears,
I never feared,
That you would ever leave me.
From countless nights,
To endless days,
My nonsense fears,
And foolish ways,
Your gentle heart would calm me.
What makes me smile each and every day?
It's not something that eats hay.
She's full of kisses and rolls.
She'll always be up in my polls.
Her name is Chubbs and she is my puppy.
My dog really loves to be scratched
On his ears and head
Oscar, so cute, he makes me happy
Standed Castaway.
Drifting far, far away
To a sectret island.
Where the sand is white as stone
and the trees are so tall they talk to the gods.
Dogs.
A mans bestfriend.
Angel is my girl
I have known her since I started school
She is as white as a pearl
But she doesn't swim in the pool
She knows how I'm feeling
Even though she may not know
What I am saying
Four short legs.
Blond and brown hair.
Two years old.
Still a baby, puppy in my eyes.
So many walks.
So much cuddle time.
He is my love bug.
My dog Clifford. =)
