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Mar 2020
I won’t qualify it
My dogs are my babies
There are no doubts
No if’s, and’s, but’s, or maybe’s

First Alex, as big as a horse
Then there was the barking of Emma Lou
Quincey also loves to make noise
Gracie Mae had her loud moments, too

Abbie is the latest to join the family
And Layla is the youngest of the lot
None of them really pure breds
Mostly just mutts, a true melting ***

Gracie couldn’t jump
And, Layla is a klutz
They were all very unique
A bunch of cute wiggle butts

As people go,
My dogs are all very smart
Each one has worked some magic
And won over my cold, hard heart

I really can’t qualify it
When I say my dogs are my babies
The statement is absolutely true
No if’s, and’s, but’s, or maybe’s
Written by
Mike Brubaker  55/M/Minnesota
(55/M/Minnesota)   
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