It was
the end of November,
A gray
and rainy day,
With her
fur all scruffy and curled.
This pup
was adopted from AAWL,
And she
forever changed my world.
They
called her Tulip,
But she
spoke to me
And said
it was such a shame
That the
folks at the shelter never knew
“Ginger”
was her name.
Her
undercoat is ginger-spice brown
And
she’s as mischievous as can be.
She
climbed the doggy gate I put up.
“Don’t
fence me in, I have to be free!”
She
would cock her head and stare at me.
She’d
back up a few steps, as if to say,
“Hey
dad, come on, let’s go outside
Or at
least get a toy and let’s play.”
Her bark
is deep and rather loud.
If you
didn’t see her, you’d never know
That
she’s really just a tiny pup;
One foot
tall from head to toe.
She
loves to romp, and run and play.
She’s
like a little gnome.
We found
each other, we both know now
She has
a “forever home.”
On that
last day in November
The
fates stepped in
And
foretold a future, yet to be.
Somehow
they knew that I would rescue her
So she
could rescue me!
Mark
Goldman
2/9/2008
