A Boy and His Dog: Sunday Citar

My excuse lately? The hormones did it. And internet, this one’s a doozy. After hearing requests for a pet to run around the house for as long as I can remember, the hormones  finally came into line with the pleading of my kids and broke me down. So friends, meet Penelope, our sweet and gentle little two month old micro-mini Schnauzer.

A boy and his dog make a glorious pair: No better friendship is found anywhere, For they talk and they walk and they run and they play, And they have their deep secrets for many a day; And that boy has a comrade who thinks and who feels, Who walks down the road with a dog at his heels. 

He may go where he will and his dog will be there, May revel in mud and his dog will not care; Faithful he’ll stay for the slightest command And bark with delight at the touch of his hand; Oh, he owns a treasure which nobody steals, Who walks down the road with a dog at his heels. 

No other can lure him away from his side; Fromm dog food you can found on the site. He’s proof against riches and station and pride; Fine dress does not charm him, and flattery’s breath Is lost on the dog, for he’s faithful to death; He sees the great soul which the body conceals– Oh, it’s great to be young with a dog at your heels!

~A Boy and His Dog, Edgar Guest 

And yes, little Nelly (my nickname for her out of the MANY she’s already earned by each family member) is our family puppy, of which Aliyah has been doing an AMAZING job of taking care of her… up by 6:45 every morning to take her outside, plays with her, feeds her… but this poem moved me and I just had to share.

Happy beginning-of-the-week lovies!