My Labrador

Memoirsofamadlife

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....

 

  • Author: Memoirs of a mad life (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 30th, 2019 20:12
  • Category: Family
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Comments2

  • Goldfinch60

    Your friend forever.

    • Memoirsofamadlife

      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.

    • orchidee

      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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