Kerplunk, Kerplop, Kersplash...FLUSH! - 3. My Miss Marguerite - Chapter 3

As spring surrounds us with the sweet smells of life born from the nutrients of a slumbering death, I'm reminded of the first puppy that was ever labeled "Mine".

Back home me mum raises Scottie Dogs, and I was given responsibility of one wee little runt that quickly dug her way deep into my heart! This is her story...

Tough lil' scottie dog
Fearless with his hardened head
Cement pond his doom

R.I.P. Duff

Or so the story's told

His daughter was my favored pet
When I was but a boy
Still crapping in protective pants
She was just a pup

Marguerite, Miss Fatty Pants
Was my bestest friend
We terrorized the countryside
She with her big girl bark
Me a happy, laughing lark

Chasing after rabbits...
Squirrel, and the like
She'd roll herself in grassy knoll
Grunting like a pig
Then waddle over where I sat
Share a bit of apple
I'd tell her all my hopes and dreams
Silently she's listen

As I grew both strong and tall
My short stuff just grew old
Her muzzle went from black to grey
Her bum expanded wide
Until the day she wouldn't come
Not even for the dinner bell
Or a favorite treat
A different bell had rung for her
Her time had come to go

We laid her rest where she belonged
A rich and thickened soil
(A terrier, through and through)
Now, every spring a flower blooms
Among a thousand more
Beckoning for me to come
Sit with her awhile