I love this pup; I really do.
This pup, who on a brand new stair gate, likes to chew.
I love his smile; his spunk; his ears; his glee.
Even if sometimes I have to clean up his pee.
He's a puppy, you know - they do that stuff.
They play and they play until they've had enough.
I'm usually ready to rest well before he -
to down a juice box, or two, or twelvety three.
We run, we walk. We (sometimes) fetch, we play.
We frolick until sunset ends our day.
I knew that life with this puppy would change
And it REALLY affects the amount of time I'm in range.
Has my CGM learned yoga? Perhaps. So I thought I'd blog
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