Dave, a Shepherd Mix (a story for the little ones)

He was just a little puppy,

When Miss Millie took him home;

He’d been very badly treated,

And she’d been so all alone.

The puppy came to realize

His life was in no danger

When his eyes met the caring eyes

Of such a gentle stranger.

She didn’t take him home at first,

For he wasn’t ready yet.

She swaddled him in a blanket

And she drove him to the vet.

She told the doc to bathe him good

And remove his fleas and ticks.

The doctor asked her, “What's his name?”

 “He's called Dave…a Shepherd mix.”

They washed him in a bubble bath;

Then they checked him head to tail;

They gave him his vaccinations,

And made certain he was well.

He didn’t like the bath and shots;

He was frightened and confused;

For many times that little mutt

Was mistreated and abused.

But when bath and shots were over,

He felt like a brand new pup!

Then Miss Millie, who had left him,

Came right back to pick him up.

He was happy when he saw her;

He covered her face with licks.

That day was such a lucky one

For young Dave…the Shepherd mix!

Exhausted from the day’s events,

He snoozed as she drove him home.

He wasn't sure where he'd end up,

But certain where he belonged.

Her house was so puppy friendly!

She’d prepared for him a bed.

She played with him and petted him

And made sure that he was fed.

Her house had the scent of bacon.

Her rugs were soft and fluffy.

Her home was perfect for the pooch

Who’d been a homeless puppy.

She took him everywhere she went,

And she taught him lots of tricks;

So pleased that she’d adopted him...

Little Dave, the Shepherd mix.

She gave him lots of homemade toys,

And some healthy home-baked treats;

He warned her when a stranger came;

He tagged close behind her feet.

Dave was very, very grateful

For his special doggy bed,

But preferred his dreamy slumber

On Miss Millie’s bed instead.

Yep…Dave was very pleased indeed

With his adoptive mother;

He needed her; she needed him;

They needed one another.

His puppyhood was quite pleasant.

He was Millie’s favorite friend.

He’d remain forever loyal

To the one who took him in.

And dreams of walking in the park,

Fetching Frisbees, balls and sticks,

Would all come true for one fine dog

Lucky “Dave”…a Shepherd mix!

Katrina Estes Hill