Three years ago today

On July the twenty-five

A black dog named Charlie

Came into my life.

 

A little ball of fur

Who occupied my time

I was certain at first

I was out of my mind.

 

Chaos ensued,

Where ever he went

On replacing destruction

My money was spent

 

Months went by;

We both found our way

“He’s a become a good dog”

I proudly would say.

 

And mostly he is

But I sometimes forget

That a 3 year old dog

Is still a puppy yet

 

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