Puppies

Puppies, what a blast then they grow up. We still love them just as much.

Big brown eyes,
round little bellies,
bowlegged and clumsy.
A floppy eared steed.

A sack full of bones
with extra for flaps,
teeth of a buzz saw
And a voice that yaps.

He’s a bottomless pit,
A walking puddle,
with boats for feet
and a tail a waggin.

A mouth full of drool
Or his tongue hanging out.
He’s happy to greet you,
any time any place.

Thank heavens,
His energy has finally run out