Roaring like thunder
Resembling cattle running
She dives for the toy in the box
She rips the paper like a lioness
She has reached her prey
That squeaky little fox
She's a black beauty
Graceful yet fierce
My constant companion
She's hogs the bed
And steals the pillows
Like a true champion
She asks so little of me
My four legged friend
Like the beasts that have come before her
Her love has no end
For she is my Labrador....
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Memoirs of a mad life (Pseudonym) (
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Your friend forever.
Yes she is. She was rescued by a friend of mines son who was noodling in the river out here, when he saw a car up on a bridge throwing puppies off to their death in the water. He swam hard to save them, only she survived out of 6. Her name is River and she is very special.
Ah yes, of course - big and bounding, called 'man's (and woman's!) best friend'.
I saw a dog smaller than a cat. The owner was carrying it.
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