I have a bit of sage advice
Watch out for the Terrier
Mixed or pure it matters not
I’ve now become much warier
No sock or shoe is safe it seems
Nor beer nor Christmas Bow
An endless parade of all her toys
Is but a warm up for her show
She is part goat I do believe
She climbs furniture with ease
Or perhaps part flying squirrel
Using chair backs like they’re trees
And she must be part piranha
The way her jaws snap when we play
Though her nips are usually gentle
She can get carried away
No ankle in the house is safe
Her herding instinct strong
She stays wound up in highest gear
Chasing chew bones all day long
Then finally around bedtime
Rambunctious loses steam
As she snuggles up with master
Doing mischief in a dream
Copyright 2010 Patrick Granfors
Anna
Ron
Peace,
Dayvid
Happy Holidays,
Christine
Mark
Love,
Sage