We’ve had the six-year-old Chocolate Lab
long enough that we have bonded.
She is no longer a girl so sad.
Her tail didn’t wag when she was adopted.
When we offer her a cookie, a treat
her brown eyes plead and her tail wags.
Her tail wags on walks down the street.
No, she is no longer a girl so sad.
And, of course, that makes us exceedingly glad.