My Dog Max
I fell in love with him when I was eight
Max had been the odd one of the litter
On that day we got you I could not wait
For him to come home and chew my slippers
My favorite thing was to watch him play
Mainly during the time of winter
In the deep snow is where he liked to lay
And then we would enjoy naps so tender
As the years have passed we both grew older
Now my sweet boy is a grumpy old man
And sometimes he gives me the cold shoulder
But he will always be my biggest fan
Although I know his time is soon I hope
We’ll have some years before I have to mope
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