My puppy has that first summer glow,
He has walked through the crunchy leaves,
And has run through the cold, fluffy snow,
Muddy paw prints are gifts the house receives.
He runs outside on a warm summer day,
Wildly chasing after his favourite ball,
These warm summer days are the best time to play,
It is the the most miraculous season of them all.
He cautiously sticks a paw into the water at the lake,
However, in these waters he has not interest to roam,
There is no other explanation, this must be a mistake,
The lake water is much colder than his baths at home.
He listens to the birds signing as they sit in a tree,
And watches with interest as they sore through the sky,
He always observes things that I don’t even see,
And I often ask myself if he ever wonders “why”.
My puppy’s first summer is flying by fast,
And here I am trying to make each moment last.
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