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50th Wedding Anniversay
Thoughts at Easter
Mother's Day
El Nino Exposed
The Common Cold
Birthday Wish
The Chihuahua Chick
The Cisco Kid
The Sasha Saga

The Sash Saga

This grownup pup, is all mixed up, knows not from where she came.
Part-Labrador, that did adore; a Terrier without name.

From Terrier, came her fine hair; from Lab her friendliness.
With kids will play, by pool all day; will seldom leave a mess.

Though seven now, she knows not how, she ever came to be.
Bathing's top hate; and treats on plate; prefers food Pedigree.

Knows how to beg, for scratch on leg; 
loves being brushed on back.
All birds will chase, from ev'ry place; 
protects her private shack.

Is proud of peak, thinks it is chic; 
tries hard to Linda please.
Is kind to most, specially host; 
barks when kids swim she sees.

Coat's golden brown, on Lab not found; Retriever traits abound.
Tough not pure-bred; is still well-fed; so nice that she's around. 

Though get along, thinks Tigger's wrong; to have such jealousy.
With Tigger small, won't fight at all; won't mess on fav'rite tree.

Barks proud each day, as if to say, I'm queen of Garay yard.
Tigger can lie, on floor nearby; Sasha can take life hard.

Dedicated to the Garay's and their Dogs by Nick@Poponpoetry.com

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