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

 

I Spoke Too Soon

Charlie is almost 2 and I’ve been saying for the past 6 months or so that he’s finally outgrown the annoying parts of the puppy stage and turning into a dog.   I’d like to retract those comments. When I opened the door to check on him this morning I heard a scurrying and was…

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