Sunnie (Honey) © By Becky My son and his love gave me a gift a while ago Tears in my eyes, needed a hankie I had to blow For they gave me a cute wiggley thing so sweet She sits on my lap and she sleeps at my feet Thought she was all mine till hubby walked in What he did to her was really a shameful sin He spoke sweet and low to the new little dog He mesmerized her, she then became all agog She wagged her tail and the rest followed suit She was all aquiver she even licked his boot And he has always been the one who said No flea bag inside, I would rather be dead If you could have seen him with her today He's wrapped round her paw is all I can say She makes a little sound and he wants to know Are you hungry? Are you thirsty? Need to go? Wish he'd pay that much mind to me and see Just ask if I need anything I'd sit on his knee But she is so sweet I can't really get upset She cuddles, then gets close as she can get The only thing I can find wrong with her Hates to take a bath, the sweet little cur Have scratches from one side to the other Have to re-think this before I go any further She has to stay clean so she can be inside The smell of dog is one thing I can't abide Especially since I just paid a king's ransom For new carpet and boy it sure is handsome She has a favorite toy she tosses around She'll whack it and it makes the sound Of a rooster crowing, and it crows thrice She grips it with her teeth they're like a vice Shakes it and growls she'll tear it to pieces To be so small she sounds quite vicious Eight pounds is about all that she'll weigh I just love to watch her I watch her all day Had errands to run, leave her we did dare To take her with us it would not be fair Only one store in town that she can enter And that one is the local Petsmart center By the time we got home she was really fretted She barked and growled she had to be petted Those soulful brown eyes at heart strings pulls You can tell by now this roost she surely rules When we got her they had called her Honey I changed it to another and I call her Sunnie Don't want to confuse hubby from his fog He might come running when I call the dog Belljoye January 7, 2000