About a year ago, a good friend from the UP of Michigan, sent me this poem she had written. Being an owner of many cockers in the past and presently two little buff girls, she knows up front and personal about the love they share with us. After seeing this photo of our Sammie finally with the puppy bed to herself, I remembered Sharon's poen and wanted to share it with you.
WHAT DO PUPPIES DREAM?
Of creamy ice cream in a cookie cone...Or maybe a well chewed and smelly bone. Of chasing lime green tennis balls...Or running, sliding, down wood floor halls.Perhaps warm popped-corn from doggie's bowl...Or digging dirt after that pesky mole. Perhaps a toasty fireside place...While winters wind down chimney chase
Snuggling in a cushy lap...While sighing in a long fall nap. Or perhaps warm and wondrous smells...Of cooking apples...stewing jells. Of chasing brightly colored leaves...Swirling, teasing on a warm fall breeze. She seems so content, and so supreme. Oh sweet puppy, what do you dream?
Snuggling in a cushy lap...While sighing in a long fall nap. Or perhaps warm and wondrous smells...Of cooking apples...stewing jells. Of chasing brightly colored leaves...Swirling, teasing on a warm fall breeze. She seems so content, and so supreme. Oh sweet puppy, what do you dream?
by
Sharon Hawthorne
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