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Half-Breed Boxers and A Puppy's Prayer
THE HALF BREED
They call me a Boxer,
But I'm a Half-Breed.
Part Boxer of course,
and part people indeed.
Anyone who owns me knows it's true.
We're so close to being people,
we're like part of you.
"He's one of the family,"
you've heard people say.
"Don't know how we'll manage when he passes away."
But they'll get another Boxer,
a pure bred at first.
Not the most well-behaved puppy,
but far from the worst.
Then the change will take place,
the same as before.
They'll end up with the same human HALF-BREED once more!
A PUPPY'S PRAYER
Now I lay me down to sleep
The king-size bed is soft and deep
I sleep right in the center groove
My human being can hardly move!
I' ve trapped their legs, they're tucked in tight
And here is where I pass the night
No one disturbs me or dares intrude
Till morning comes and "I want food!"
I sneak up slowly to begin
My nibbles on my mommy's chin.
For the morning's here and it's time to play
I always seem to get my way.
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Nicole
Mommy to Ace (10-22-2007) Male, Flashy Brindle, Completely Natural
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