WHEN I GOT MY NEW DOG
I asked for strength that I might rear her perfectly;
I was given weakness that I might feed her more treats.
I asked for good health that I might rest easy;
I was given a special needs dog that I might know nurturing.
I asked for an obedient dog that I might feel proud;
I was given stubbornness that I might feel humble.
I asked for compliance that I might feel masterful;
I was given a clown that I might laugh.
I asked for a companion that I might not feel lonely;
I was given a best friend that I would feel loved.
I got nothing that I asked for,
But everything that I needed.
I got a Yorkie.
PS - I'm only "special needs" 'cause I need lots of cuddles and kisses. Just wanted to make that clear.
PPS - I got another love note from Dirk. MEN!! He says he's "still itchy" and "didn't want to freak out" my mom. Like ....she's pretty tough. Doesn't freak easily. But he's GOT to start taking coconut oil.
Love and licks, Mary-Margaret
1 comment:
Hehehe, I love that thingy! I call it "thingy" because I don't know what to call it... it's not exactly a poem, is it? It's not really a story... it's a word thingy.
Sparky
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