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Nov 2014
We have this Pom who just won't howl.

He'll sit and rumble, its not a growl

We know he's ready and set to bite

he gets cranky often, when it's late at night

he rides with me, on my bike

all self trained it's what he likes

sits real still, perched on my knee
perhaps you'll see us his names Codi
alas he was attacked recently without provocation and lost an eye. he's doing fine but there goes his modeling days.
Lou Sasol
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