Sugar
                    Milkbone Lane
              Rainbow Rridge Farm
                       [Zip Code I]
 
Rescuers fret that your scarred face and blind  eye
could  make you hard to place.  "'Bit of a butterball."
"5, if you are a day.   Miracle you didn't die,
way you were treated.  And you so wonderful..."
"So sweet, so smart,  so gentle.
Find you a loving home,  you'll see."
"Call you fat.. Jus' a ball o'fur, oo widdo
wascal."  Good there's only the adoption fee.
 
In Chapel Hill, I am googling  "small dog, NC."
One day I click to "Yorkie, female, sweet
as pie.  Silver and blond.  Wait 'til you see!.
Great with kids.  High-fives for a treat!
Contact  Mrs. J., % NC Yorkshire Terrier
Rescue Network.  See link for more info."
Hubby and I agree:   More the merrier!
Yorkie owns us now can use company, so......
 
E-mails exchange.  "Almost lost the eye."
"Nerve damage."  "Don't know  how old."
"Pish-tosh!" I write.  "Take a Sugar-pie
any time."  Miles later, Greens strike gold.
 
Her foster mom has added a perky pink bow.
"Never know she was abused," she sighs.
"Really, really hard to let her go."
"Going to love your new home, bye-bye."
 
Instant family!   Even  new bro Nick approves.
Soon frolic together between jaunts and naps.
Nine great years before age stole your moves.
So brave so long.  Wish I could play Taps.
 
Memories help:  Snug in the lap of Aunt Mary,
a whole week.  Nick's  "Don't be a  lazybones"
growls at Christmas.  Harness in teeth, he carries
you to us.  There goes your diaper. Ho-Ho-Ho!  ..
 
Nick had learned early that you were no patsy.
Gave every bit as good as you got.
Family and friends doubled over laughing
when you hissed, "Back off, you little snot!"
 
Happy Valentine's Day, Shoog.  We love you!.
Never believe that we have parted.
Wow, you can see with both eyes?! --Run, too?!!
How 'bout pepperoni or Milk-Bone for starters?
 
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

       (c) Phyllis Jean Green, February, 2009