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Had him since he was a baby sitting on my lap until he grew up What a baby dog he will always be This curious Airedale who befuddles me Outsmarts me Friends, oh he has friends Especially people What a cute face they always say As he looks at them quizzically or innocently I don't always tell them that his brain is working overtime And this seeming charm is a facade. Escape artist watching me garden and taking off to visit the neighbors Once ran away during a thunderstorm down a busy road to be rescued by strangers and taken to a nearby town's vet Heartbreaking, wondering where he was Not the last time he disappeared Once on a mountain hike where only the visioning of a friend brought him back Now he is twelve How much longer do I have to be with him To sense his vitality His love of life And love of walks And love of chicken stuff He will always be special in my heart and the hearts of others.
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Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 8:28 AM UTC
My Dog Scout
Had him since he was a baby sitting on my lap until he grew up What a baby dog he will always be This curious Airedale who befuddles me Outsmarts me Friends, oh he has friends Especially people What a cute face they always say As he looks at them quizzically or innocently I don't always tell them that his brain is working overtime And this seeming charm is a facade. Escape artist watching me garden and taking off to visit the neighbors Once ran away during a thunderstorm down a busy road to be rescued by strangers and taken to a nearby town's vet Heartbreaking, wondering where he was Not the last time he disappeared Once on a mountain hike where only the visioning of a friend brought him back Now he is twelve How much longer do I have to be with him To sense his vitality His love of life And love of walks And love of chicken stuff He will always be special in my heart and the hearts of others.
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Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 8:28 AM UTC
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