Lush fur of black with streaks of white

Brown highlights to add colour

A small black nose and eyes so bright

A mischievous sleeve puller

 

The way she whines when she’s ignored

Those dazzling big toothed smiles

She keeps me active when I’m bored

And loves to run for miles

 

Though she may have an angels face

She’s got a nasty mood

If you ever get upon her case

Your hand will be her food

 

She’s not a dog who likes a hug

But rather likes to fight

Her favourite game is pull and tug

She cries alone at night

 

And now around my feet she’s curled

I watch her fast asleep

I wouldn’t change her for the world

She dreams of chasing sheep.