The Greatest Dane
4 WEEKS:
Do we have enough room?
Will he like his new bed?
Should I get him more toys?
Or food to keep him fed?
Is our yard big enough?
For him to roam?
I sure hope he's happy.
In his new home.
3 MONTHS:
His ears are now cropped.
And he sure does look good;
But if I could do it again,
I don't think I would;
Other than that,
He's adjusted well;
I just love him so much,
I hope he can tell!
6 MONTHS:
He wears a wind jacket,
And has his own couch;
He loves to run laps,
Around the whole house;
My beautiful baby,
Grows bigger each day;
And gosh is he gorgeous!
What a GREAT dane!
1 YEAR:
I'm so sorry, Gibson,
But we have to leave;
Uncle Sam is sending us,
Somewhere overseas;
I can't bear the thought of keeping you locked,
For months in a quarantine cell;
So we've found you a home, with a nice farm,
Which will really suit you well;
Please forgive me, beautiful,
For, my heart is torn in two;
You are my first and precious love,
And I will forever miss you
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