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
When he finds a friend,
Non stop will they play
Without care or worry
For what’s in the way.
And that’s how it happened
One morning at church
I heard the clicking of dog nails,
And my heart gave a lurch
Through the open door,
And into full view
Came dogs so excited
Not one, but two.
Charlie and his cousin
Came to say hi
In the middle of service,
No one knows why.
Quickly we hustled
The two out the door
Why I wanted I dog
I wasn’t so sure.
It’s been a few weeks;
My temper has passed
When I look at that face
How could it last.
Happy Gotcha Day Charles,
We survived year three
Nothing seems to go smooth
When you are with me. 🙂
“Gotcha Day” – I love that term! (And I can totally relate to most of the rest of your poem, too.)
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A mischievous pup
Is a joy to my heart
Brings a smile to my soul
And laughter to start
An otherwise ordinary, uneventful day
Charlie … the adventure
Is here to stay. 😎
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