On that cold winter day
The little one came to stay
Thus I knew that I would be at bay.

The face that was so sweet
It would be hard to beat
Knowing there was no one to compete.

As a young jubilant boy
Thinking maybe he was a new toy
His presence would bring many a joy.

Growing from pup to adult in no time
It’s hard to believe he’s canine
But all I know, he’s mine.

The memorable years passed
Wondering if the craziness would last
A boy and his dog will always surpass.

Throughout time, images are set
If you come to think of it
I’ve been talking about my Whippet.


Copyright ©2004 Darren M. Grine

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