The Mischief Maker Who Stole My Heart

In the tale of Kashmere, there’s laughter and cheer,

A bond that’s unbreakable, a love so sincere.

He’s a furry delight, with a heart full of grace.

From the front to the back of his salt and pepper embrace

He follows me closely, like a shadow at noon,

From dusk until dawn, or maybe even June.

He plays little tricks, with a mischievous grin,

Popping out from corners, his antics begin!

With a wiggle and wag, he’ll nudge you for fun,

And if you’re not careful, he’ll steal every bun.

Yet behind all the mischief, so cheeky and clever,

He’s the sweetest of dogs, a companion forever.