Rosey Girl

Rosey Girl
Quizmo LaGrande

I have a dearest darling,
Sweet as sweet can be,
Smiles in the morning,
Even though she’s weak in knees.

Her aged hips are failing
Yet she never once complains.
Beams at any outing
And her passion still remains

The catching of the ‘red thing,’
An awkward shaped device,
That’ll bounce in strange directions,
N’er in the same way twice.

Every day she tries her hardest
To convince some one to play,
“Please throw my favorite ‘red thing;’
I will catch it!” her eyes say.

In youth her feat outstanding!
Any Yankee, Dodger, Met
Would be happy as her fielding,
Her timing was adept!

But now she’s slow and aging,
A gold now graced with white,
The perfection of devotion,
To her people and her plight

To catch the scarlet thingie,
She demands be tossed alight,
Or the tennis ball recovered
From the side yard—stinky flight…

Gross beyond description
Yet my golden headed’s scheme
Insists this scent recovered
Is the doggie’s breat-mint dream!

She’s a furry footed friend,
Four paws and bushy tail
That wags without condition
And wags with such regale

That we have to love our Rosey
Though she’s oft a large rug slug
That non careful tend to trip on
Still she trusts all—everyone

To walk and step about her
Yet her features are just snap
That she blends with wooden floors
Camouflaged in nighttime’s trap.

Rosey girl, we love you!
Leash toting pal that leaves no doubt
That a canine world is simply
Full of love… the most devout!