Pint-sized blur with a gladiator's pride,
eyes alight like twin, mischievous stars,
bounding from couch to chaos fast,
bold enough for ten dogs' worth,
tail a ticking fuse, lit.
All bark, all bravado,
and still, somehow—
perfectly
my small
storm.
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Author:
Matthew R. Callies (
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Comments3
Characteristics well named in this poetic description of a dog small in size but not spirit. Well done
My friend, this made me laugh because my brother-in-law has a Chiweenie and this feels EXACTLY like that energy. 🤣 Tiny body…absolutely convinced it rules the known universe. The combination of chaos, attitude, affection, tiny tongues that reach unwanted places, and accidental comedy comes through beautifully here. Really enjoyable write. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Nicely said
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