Poem #109

Flailing, growling, baring of teeth,
barking, gnawing, falling asleep.
Specialties of Libbets,
old lady dog
extraordinaire.
5/3/02010

Just a little sketch of some of the characteristics of our border terrier, nearly 11 years old at the time I composed this poem.

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