Walter The Woebegone
Puppy
Someone didn't want the pup
They set him by the road
Maybe thought he'd find a hut
Maybe catch a toad
So that little frightened pup
Ran into the woods
Looking for a place to hide
Wishing for some sup
Soon evening came
And lots of scary noises
With big eyes he looked around
There weren't many choices
So into a hidey hole
Mrs. Armadillo had left behind
He backed himself real slow
And realized he wasn't going to dine
He watched the moon arising
And with a mournful sigh
Lifted his head and howled
He seemed to be asking "why'?
All through the night
And all the next day
Someone listened to that howling
Before they came his way
They lured him out
And took him home
With a solemn promise
"You'll never have to roam"
Epilogue - Walter became a "house"hold
member, where he remains to this day. He’s been with us 2 1/2 years now, the third addition to our ‘brindle brigade’ of rescued dogs.--All who found us when we weren’t looking for another dog and made themselves right to home.
Walter is one of the three beside the tree in last
Sunday's post HERE
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Walter as a young pup--can't believe this is the first picture I have of him
guess I was too busy taking care of him (and everyone else on the farm!)
to take pictures
Here he is in his younger days, seeing his first box
turtle. |