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…
Marlon’s a gentleman, patched white and brown, Struts like he’s mayor of this whole darn town. Rescued in twenty, he found his new place, Declared every sofa his personal space.
He loves being lazy—it’s truly an art, Sprawled on the floor like he’s falling apart. But shout “dinner time!” and you’ll see a blur, Motivation?…
Leroy’s a legend with silky strut, Tail like a fan and zero rut. He’s bigger than Callie, but not by much— Just enough to say, “Yeah, I run this hutch.”
He walks like jazz in a velvet suit, Not too slow, just smooth and cute. He scans the path with that wise-dog look, Like he’s…
She moves like morning on the grass, A streak of grace you watch go past. The world around her seems to slow, As if it waits for her to show.
A little frame with eyes so wide, She walks with wonder at her side. She greets the day, she meets the air— Like every breeze…
In Inwood’s shade I softly tread, A crown of dreams upon my head. A tiny frame, a noble grace, A sleepy smile upon my face.
They say I’m twelve, a gentle age, With years that whisper like a sage. My coat is grey, my eyes are wide, I walk with peace and dainty pride.
My…
At the edge of the marsh where the river wind sings, Two little Corgis do marvelous things. Cody, the brown one, bold with his disc, Chases the air like he’s chasing a wish.
Molly, in black, with a white tufted snout, Finds joy in the sticks that the trees toss about. She trots with a…
There was a time I wore the crown, In mirrored halls of polished brown. Where doors would part with silent grace, And all I met knew well my face.
My feet were swift, my steps were known, The sky, it seemed, was mine alone. A thousand voices shaped my days, Yet none could pause the…
Some mornings bloom in softened light, With petals spun in pink and white, And park paths hum a quiet tune, Beneath the gaze of waking moon.
The breeze is warm, the grasses sway, As springtime gently finds its way— And when I turn a corner bend, Two souls appear, like sudden friends.
Bombon, tall, in…