The Cockerpoo
What’s up with the cockerpoo and that peacock-ruffled head?
Her fur is fluffy and prone to mats, but at least she doesn’t shed.
She barks at all the big dogs, letting her Labrador brother take the rap,
She’ll settle in and snuggle up, a warm companion for a nap.
She loves her toys, she loves her food, she loves her family,
If you're late to serve a meal, you’ll hear her high-pitched soliloquy.
One more fact about this mutt to tell the world in poem:
She cares not a fig about pedigrees and is thankful for her home.
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Cheers,
Dan
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(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D