I didn’t know what to expect,
when I saw that dog for the first time
I thought, he must have someone to love him
Someone to sing him a rhyme
He smelled terrible, blood dripped
from his ears
Making me think, ‘he’s been abused
for years!’
His many-colored-coat hung
in greased strings
He was matted and had overgrown nails,
above all things
So I brought him home
I put him on the run
I thought, ‘mom will hate him, soon my
time with him will be done’
But she didn’t
She loved him so.
He was afraid of adults
But she didn’t let him go
Two weeks later, he was mine to show
His ears began to heal
His fur began to shine
Upon his dinner, he began to dine
He sleeps on a blanket
In the dining room
Forever bothered by Ni-Ni
Who I’d like to hit with a broom.
Sage is seven years old
Though if you’ve ever looked him
in his blue eyes
You would’ve never been told;
For he believes he’s young
In his heart maybe he still has some oomph
But his body just wants to sleep
His hips are bad
He cannot play
Sometimes to see him makes me terribly sad
He has to take medicine, to make him move
But when he’s outside, boy does he groove!
He bips and he bops, he jumps and he trots
When he is like that, my heart just swells.
By Michelle Craigmiles
Philips W. Sugg Middle School
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