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| Rosie From eight little “fluff balls” just two yet remained, For six have been chosen my pick they’d not claimed. Soon the choice of all choices was going to be made, As our twelve-year-old Eva said, “Rosie’s first grade!” So I stood by and waited for the men to decide, Would they take her advice or the pup of my pride? With the tri-colored pup they were soon out of sight, Leaving me the white one--things have all turned out right! But would you believe in a couple of weeks, “Little Rosie” is back to be traded for keeps! Can it be that my prize is now leaving my yard? And it’s all up to Rosie to win my regard? How common you look as you tuck in your tail. Are you sorry you’re here or afraid you will fail? Then I noticed her eyes as she looked up at me, Little then did I know, she’s a champion to be! If you’re choosing for looks then you may miss the mark, She must know how to bite, much more than to bark! Dog trainers, remember, beauty’s only skin deep. For it’s far more important how she works cows and sheep! By my wife, Carrie Greer |
| Rosie, there is just something about your eyes that I like! |
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