10 years ago, when I studied in college
10 years ago, on a quest for self-knowledge
10 years ago, fine with one canine friend
10 years ago, unsure of adding to pet blend
At animal shelter, exciting and crowded
As pooches yelped and humans responded:
“Please, please pick me!”
“A part of our family you’ll be!’’
Your energy could not be sated.
Animated and impatient you “waited”
Scampering around your cage-room
Impossible for you to despair or gloom
Knowing your time would arrive
For somewhere in which to thrive.
My sister liked your goofy, toothy grin
Scrappy saw you as an acceptable ‘twin.’
My mother adopted you without a qualm.
Then our house became a little less calm!
Once Scrappy learned to share home
From his side you did not roam.
At dog parks you showed off audacity
Tiny legs churning with such tenacity
Pushing forward body and thicc thighs
Running alongside pets twice your size.
To greet, clothes you would frantically paw
Until the assaulted saw your wacky maw.
Treats, oh my lord, did you adore
Never an instance not wanting more.
When I laid down to restful sleep
Upon me your 20 lb frame creep’d.
One could hear your majestic snores
From upstairs through the floorboards.
10 years of being our best friend
10 years we did not want to end.
10 years of wonderful memories
10 years of absolute treasuries.
Bowser Frank Chubbs
The opposite of a scrub.