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Named: Copper, Jack. Silas, Bentley, Garbo, Gina, Missy (and Millie)
On my trip to the Midwest Seeing family was the best. But at each household — no regrets, They introduced me to their pets. This is a kind of monolog Of how I got to know each dog. Let me put this in the hopper I first meet Jack and lovely Copper. They sleep and eat and hear us talk, And twice a day we take a walk, Along with Nan and Rawn, her mate. Then we visit Brad and Kate. Great-grandkids there can all beguile us As do their dogs, Bentley & Silas. One is black and one is white One is fierce, one a delight. Then dinner with our friend named Jan We loved her shrimp dish in a pan, Like the others, even more so We loved her dog whose name is Garbo. Despite her name, she did not moan, Or say “I vant to be alone.” From there we drove to Steve and Amy I love their dog and you can’t blame me. I’m sure you never could have seen a Pet as nice as their dog Gina. Then on to Nick and Emily And kids, all very dear to me, Whose dog, alert to any dangers, Is not so comfortable with strangers. The children love her; she’s no sissy They hug their big black dog named Missy. (In closing, you may think I’m silly For adding Nancy’s cat named Millie.) So here is where I end my blogs Of going to the cats & dogs.
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AuthorBetty Farber lives in New York City. She is a great-grandmother of six. Archives
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