my_dog

One day in the paper my daughter did see.
Some beautiful puppies and all for free.
My big old dog, he needed a mate.
So I walked up to the persons gate.
These gorgeous puppies all well looked after.
I picked one up with lots of laughter.
This gentle puppy, I wanted no other.
A Dalmatian by looks, had been her mother.
The first few days her antics were funny.
I never perceived she would cost so much money.
After three weeks she looked very sick.
On her small body I found a tick.
She laid very still, and yes you bet.
I rushed her off to the local vet.
To a dog, the tick is a curse.
I thought of this as I opened my purse.
Administered serum isn’t real cheap.
But my puppy I wanted to keep.
Instructions I followed right to the letter.
After a week she looked a lot better.
This tiny puppy fought hard to live.
So whatever she chewed I did forgive.
Three weeks after to the very day.
Another tick came, determined to stay.
Paralysing most every part.
This puppy didn’t have a start.
To the vet and needles she had.
This second time she was real bad.
She laid so still fighting for breath.
This tiny thing so close to death.
Her eyes so glazed but they would talk.
She desperately tried to get up and walk.
Throat muscles restricted, no water to drink.
Her will to live began to sink.
On the sixth day my appointment to keep.
To have my puppy put to sleep.
Food and water I had to deny.
Her head in my lap, I started to cry.
Only 3 months and looking so frail.
All of a sudden she wagged her tail.
She tried to move, she had blistered lips.
I gave her some water in tiny sips.
Paralysed muscles were working again.
But from walking she had to refrain.
In just a few days she was tottering round.
Then in the garden she did bound.
Her will to live had pulled her through.
She had mischievous things to do.
With herself she made a pact.
That not one plant should stay intact.
When I thought that things were fine.
She would swing from the washing line.
The naughtiest dog I’d ever known.
Chew on things, bury a bone.
Muddy footprints on my dress.
Making such a dreadful mess.
Now full grown and not a pup.
On my garden I’ve given up.
This *FREE* dog has kept me poor.
Her love for me grows more and more.
She’s so destructive and a pain.
For her, I’d do it all again.
She’s paid me back with love in full.
I don’t understand why people are cruel.
In my garden I look with despair.
I know deep down I really don’t care.
Whether working or taking a seat.
A plant in her mouth to me she will greet.
Rules are set and she won’t abide.
I think of the times she almost died.
Search your dog, and be true blue.
These nasty ticks hold on like glue.