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Our Little Dog
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Our Little Dog |
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ivordavies Senior Member
since 2007-01-10
Posts 739Chester, England 
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Our Little Dog Our little dog is getting old, a poodle, black as night, or so he was when just a lad but now he’s almost white. He follows Joan around the house, he’s not the one to roam, if she goes out and leaves him there he cries ‘til she gets home. He is a sprightly little dog ’though age has made its call, he’s nearly deaf and almost blind so now runs into walls. I hope when I’m as old as he, in ‘human terms’ I mean, I’ll still be bouncing, full of joy, as our dog's always been. So take a moral from this pup however old you get, if you let old age slow you down it’s you who needs the vet! Ivor G Davies The moment created this second, is a moment that's going to last. |
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gmcooper Junior Member
since 2007-05-30
Posts 47 |
Ivor, This is moving. I am an animal lover. |
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Kitsuneartist New Member
since 2007-06-04
Posts 6 |
awww. . . This is so tocuhing :'/ I love it ! Beautiful poem. . . |
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Robert Jordan Member
since 2007-02-07
Posts 392Philadelphia Pa USA |
Ivor, This is very good. My Roxanne died at 14 years. She was a big dog, and died at home. As a street dog, she wanted it that way. Everyone in the street loved her. My new dogs big, and she loves everyone too. Good on your pup. Bobby |
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Fairplay Member
since 2007-01-15
Posts 222England |
Which Reminds me The African grey was 19 this month The GSPs are both 8 next month Don is 66...... Makes me feel quite young Eric |
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