A Poem in Words (for Red)

Wait till there are no more diapers,

wait till we are settled,

wait till we have a fenced in yard.

I would have waited forever.

But then, you were ours.

All of your dogwood tree destroying puppy self,

bringing out the worst of us.

That's the short story version.

A best friend for Eli,

a playmate for Ezra,

a protector of these four walls and the family inside.

The boys insisted, "no family meeting can start" until you were there.

A greeter always,

player of hide the bone, hide the boy.

The neighborhood favorite, 

accepting treats with discretion.

Ew, a milkbone.

Patiently preferring prime rib thrown down from Dave's deck. 

Hunter of moles,

eater of trash,

digger of mulch,

chaser of trucks,

and a cat or vulture better never threaten to step foot or fly over your territory without the fronted fierce wrath of your bark.

Tireless greeter,

empathizer,

comforter,

gentle gentle lover of my boys,

bringing out the truth of their tender selves.

A sanctifying force,

making us all better,

bringing out the best of us.

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