She looks at me with those pitiful eyes
I could give her all the hours of my day
Yet it would never be enough
Skin and bones when I found her
From the pound to high cotton
Her farts are the worst
Eating chicken nachos and rib-eye table scraps
She knows what "No" means
But rarely listens
A true Rebel
Stubborn like me
White and brown silky hair
Like sand on a beach
An innocent face that will melt your heart
This little terrier thinks she's human
And it's all my fault
Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 3:16 AM UTC
She looks at me with those pitiful eyes
I could give her all the hours of my day
Yet it would never be enough
Skin and bones when I found her
From the pound to high cotton
Her farts are the worst
Eating chicken nachos and rib-eye table scraps
She knows what "No" means
But rarely listens
A true Rebel
Stubborn like me
White and brown silky hair
Like sand on a beach
An innocent face that will melt your heart
This little terrier thinks she's human
And it's all my fault
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