What was life a year ago? I really have to think hard since our rescue, Wraith, is so much part of our daily routines now.
Perfect Pup
Wraith fills our home with hysterics
He's an amazing entertainer
We're all wrapped around his wagging tail
Even his no-nonsense trainer
Bodily functions to relieve
Our fresh laid sod his toilet seat
No tink or pooh in public spots
Obey and I'll dispense a treat
Waking to his loud flapping ears
Shutters reveal no rays of sunlight
Reminding me I don't need sleep
Affectionate oath to recite
When I call his moniker
He's much too busy to comply
Squirrels, birds, even blowing leaves
Are being stalked as they pass by
His zoomies can be alarming
He's got one speed bulldozing the yard
Broke finger, sprained ankle, chipped tooth
I need to hire a bodyguard
His beautiful silken white coat
Induces therapeutic petting
Clothes and furniture now covered
In conspicuous fur shedding
Slipped on the freshly swept tile floor
Jarring an already wonky back
Wraith's muzzle a sloppy slurpy sight
Innocent looking demoniac
My arm is often rather sore
My knee is regularly aching
Leash pulling walks for exercise
Obedience class I'll be taking
Monthly grooming appointments scheduled
We're fortunate when they last a week
There're quite too many nasty things
To make his dirty stained body reek
Rotisserie chickens, hamburgers-
His demands are not a bit extreme
Homemade treats and healthy meal toppers
Day old leftovers are blaspheme
The perfect pup's been adopted
We wouldn't change a single thing
Except, perhaps those silent toots
That joltingly mushroom and take wing
P.S. If you would like to view this loving beast, please joins his Instagram account @ #sherlickbones
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