Drumroll, fireworks, the curtains fly wide—
Clementine struts in with superstar pride!
Two years young, a cuddle machine,
the snuggliest pup you’ve ever seen.
White as a marshmallow with beige on top,
once she starts lovin’, she just won’t stop.
She’s not into toys or fancy chow,
but praise her once and she’ll take a bow.
Morning hugs? Oh, she’s the champ,
sticks to Her Human like a postage stamp.
Come back home and it’s lap attack—
you’ll wonder if you even left the shack.
A nap fanatic, a snooze professional,
her sleep game’s strong, borderline confessional.
The couch, the floor, or a blanket pile—
as long as Her Human’s there, she’ll stay awhile.
Walk time? You bet she’s ready to go,
tail waggin’ faster than a late‑night show.
Fearless, bold, with a belly‑rub plan—
she flopped in Flatiron like, “Rub me, man!”
And let’s not forget that very first day,
when she met Shruti in her own bold way.
Climbed the front wheel like a queen on the scene,
planted a kiss and declared, “You’re my human, I mean!”
So here’s to this pup, the cuddle machine,
the snoozy, belly‑rub, flat‑out queen.
She rewrites the script like Venus de Milo’s twin,
Clementine rules—let the end credits spin!
