IN A SEARCH FOR A FRIEND, I FOUND A PAW

Dogs select and train their owners…

Politically Poetic

In a search for a friend, I found a paw. Stretching her paws, she asked for a handshake That very moment when I glanced into her eyes I knew we’d be friends; she was a surprise. As I carried her from a shabby pet store She licked my face showing her affection. I didn’t know what the licking was for Seventeen years later, I know that, indeed, I was her selection. A black 'n' tan mini dachshund with soulful eyes and vibrant facial expressions. Her deep barks and big personality Made it clear - she was the exception. Who’d ever thought that shabby store in Crystal, Minnesota Would have a four-legged friend who’d’ love to play snowballs Who’d diligently pick up daily junk mail And never missed a dinner with meatballs. And did I tell you that she was a tennis player? She’d catch each ball without failure. She was…

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