As she pranced around
Her golden hair shimmering
In the summer sun
She enchanted the neighbors
Wondering whose dog she was
Β©2019 Annette Rochelle Aben
As she pranced around
Her golden hair shimmering
In the summer sun
She enchanted the neighbors
Wondering whose dog she was
Β©2019 Annette Rochelle Aben
Haha, good one!! Nice twist, Annette!
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Thank you! Woof!!
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Best in show!
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she is really a cutie pie
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Enchanting poem, Annette.
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Glad you like it, Robbie
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Nice.
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Thank you, sir
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I love, love, love this.A Perfect ending.
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It’s funny, because she was prancing in the yard behind our house, where a much larger dog lives.We had not seen the larger dog, and couldn’t figure out who this interloper was. Naturally, we thought the worst. However, a few days later, we saw the larger dog. But have not seen blondie since. Perhaps they were pup sitting for a friend.
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from Annette Rochelle Aben
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