The Barking Dog
My dog’s ears perk up to the sound of birds
Chasing them without any regard
She is a dog who was born to chase herds
But instead she runs around the yard
She was born on a farm
She has a brownish white fur
When guest come over, she brings a charm
As she was bred pure
Her barks shake the house
It is quite infuriating
It would scare the life out of a mouse
Yet even with her flaws she is very fascinating
I love my dog
Even though she sometimes acts like a hog
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