Puggle Wuggle

by rsylvester

August 20, 2015

My little puggle wuggle,

how you make me smile.

With your lopsidded grin and soft, floppy ears.

How you can make me mad,

when you want to pee at three am and pick at your food.

When you make me laugh,

at our silly games and your antics.

The only thing I feel,

my little puggle wuggle,

is love.

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