Miniature weenie Who’s always begging for another Greenie It doesn’t help her rancid breath. She smells like Fritos and death.

Riley pup is sweet and good Most of the time, she’s just misunderstood Her grandparents think she’s a little stinker But it isn’t her fault she’s not much of a thinker

I have a cat called Bonnie but mum calls her porky She will be right at your feet when she hears the door key When it’s feeding time she will keep us on our toes When that door is open where she goes no one knows

I want a husky since I know one who one belongs to my friend But my parents’ objection to having a pet knows no end What if I use my Christmas cash to buy a pet? All the work would make my parents quite upset

Our bernepup doodle Willow; so mischievous She can pass through any gate; mysterious! Whether one gate or two or three-ply She solves the puzzle and gets by

My dog Snickerdoodle always whines and longs for company For being a friend to really anyone is all he wants to be But when he goes to parks and is near other dogs He runs away like he is in a race with the fastest hogs

Tree sweet little piggy. Tiny fluffy beanie baby not what she seems Growls and belly grunts; oinks like a hog.

Sadie Mae— She’s my gal. Mama’s furry little pal.

She may be tiny; She may be small. But mess with her Mama, and she’s 10 feet tall!

(Grrr… 😜)

Chaser of tennis balls, beloved by all My dim-witted friend, so soft and so small You greet everyone with puppyish affection To your sweet, clueless smile there can be no objection.

—— Dedicated to the most dog-like cat I’ve yet come across— the biggest sweetheart of his kind.

My first dog, my sweet Maggie Moo, I dare not think of life without you. Ten years have passed with you by my side, Ten more, I can only beg Mother Nature to provide.