There once was a pup named Bonnie, <br />Spotted black and white and on’ry. <br />One look and I knew that she was home; <br />A piddler she was; the town she did roam. <br /> <br />Raised with love, but never did she trust, <br />Always close by, but distance a big must. <br />A proud hunting dog she did grow to be, <br />With a promising future that all could see. <br /> <br />Despite faults and quirks she was our baby. <br />Over time would she turn? Maybe, just maybe. <br />She would cautiously cuddle on the big chair. <br />Paw at our legs for pettin’ and nuzzle our hair. <br /> <br />One morn a girl entered her life – a poor fateful day; <br />Despite our cautions, she just wouldn’t stay away. <br />Low growls and a curled lip warned the girl to stay back, <br />Grabbed Bonnie’s head for a kiss, her face sustained an attack. <br /> <br />We still have her brother Buck, although a wee bit shy – <br />We bow our heads in sadness; that Bonnie had to die. <br /> <br /> <br />http: //allpoetry.com/poem/4625369<br /><br />Kim Schilling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-on-ry-pup/
