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
