My Sheltie
I remember that afternoon
The wind was rather cold
I saw her for the first time
She was just a few weeks old
My sweet little puppy
The smallest of the bunch
The most perfect one of all
I knelt down to pet her
Her soft pink tongue flicked out
She licked my finger
I smiled to myself
She was certainly the one
Now she’s all grown up
But still as cute as ever
I love her all the more
She’s my tiny little Pepper
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