From lands of childhood dreams I came,
With comic pages, tales, and name.
And there\u2014so bold, so white, so true\u2014
Was Snowy, leaping into view.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Now here he lies with gentle grace,
A Maltipoo with lion\u2019s face.
Adoring eyes, a knowing glance,
A mischief heart, a prance, a dance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He asks for love in firm decree, With joy he charges through the day, He gives, not asks\u2014his love, a flood, A ride, a walk, a cuddle deep, He makes a friend with every meet, So here\u2019s to Snowy, wild and free, –Mani<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" From lands of childhood dreams I came,With comic pages, tales, and name.And there\u2014so bold, so white, so true\u2014Was Snowy, leaping into view. Now here he lies with gentle grace,A Maltipoo with lion\u2019s face.Adoring eyes, a knowing glance,A mischief heart, a … Continue reading
A bark, a paw, then looks at me\u2014
As if to say, \u201cYou know the deal\u2014
It\u2019s time for walks, or time to squeal.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n
To chase the squirrels, then dart away.
A deer, perhaps? He dreams so bold\u2014
In that small frame, a spirit old.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That soaks my soul, a healing bud.
He does not weigh what he receives,
He lives in hearts, not in beliefs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A lap to warm, a place to sleep.
With every wag, with every sigh,
He brings the stars down from the sky.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
With tilted head and dancing feet.
He preens, he twirls\u2014no need to try\u2014
He is, quite simply, joy passed by.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A tale from childhood now with me.
A pup, a friend, a beating drum\u2014
Of all the love that\u2019s yet to come.<\/p>\n\n\n\n