Awkward and lovely is my little dog Belle,
She runs through the house with her old pug smell.
Prancing while sneezing, so graceful is she,
Always animated, like a busy young bee.
The day that I met her
A day I can’t forget.
That little white fur,
Which hid from the vet.
But she snuck her head up and her eyes met mine,
She slowly walked to me, in such a straight line.
It was love at first sight, my smile was huge,
When that pug walked to me, seeking refuge.
My heart beat steady as I opened my arms,
She crawled into them letting go of alarms.
With big eyes she looked to me, kissing my face,
My hug became to her the safest of place.
We gave her a house that she turned into home,
Chewing and biting all the leftover bone,
She slept in my bed and would not be moved,
I was no longer lonely, how my life was improved!
She would jump over tables and couches and chairs,
She ran through circles and rhombi and squares.
When she leaped too high and dashed to quick,
And stumbled right into a wall of brick
She’d whimper and scour and cry for her father.
There I would be to remove all the bother.
My arms will always be there to kiss and to love
The sweet little Belle, my favorite pug.