National Poetry Day.

October 6.  National Poetry Day.  Here we go...

This is a poem about three canines.

Who live on the Nova Scotia coastline.

They each are unique in their own special way.

They delight and exasperate their human every single day.

The first is a PON who LOVES to bark.

Frodo’s generally good – but talking’s his trademark.

He has lots of ribbons from many dog shows.

How he got them all – nobody knows.

The next is Elroy who is a Picard.

There is barely a surface his teeth haven’t marred.

He’s only 5 months – so he’s still just a pup,

He’s growing like a weed – and his ears are now up.

And lastly there is me, a PON who loves bunnies.

When I take off it is NOT viewed as funny.

I’m called lots of things – including my name Viktor.

My human thinks she chose me – but we all know I PICKED HER.

We are often very bad, without even trying.

We bark and we steal things – our human left sighing.

We behave when WE want – IF there is a treat.

To have ALL of us SIT is no simple feat.

Although we are bad, we CAN be quite good.

If you saw how we lived – well, we probably should.

We do love our human more than she’ll ever know.

When she goes out we pine away – missing her so.

Humans and dogs form a very special bond.

It’s really quite magical – we all grow so fond.

And that’s why we keep you – until the bitter end.

Your soulmate, your guardian – your very best friend…

Now can you PLEASE throw the ball?!

By Viktor.  The PON.