Perfect!

We are joining in Rascal and Rocco's pet parade hop and have chosen a poem for all dogs (especially terriers)

Your tail is too curly, Just like a pig

Your Manners are poor and you’re not very big

your legs are too short and they bend the wrong way

You snore in your bed at the end of the day

Your ears are too pointy, you look like a bat

You won’t wear a coat or a jumper or hat

Your fur is unruly it’s always in knots

You will roll on a dead thing, just after it rots

Your body is long, Like Gnashers, you’re tatty

But you don’t like the brush and can get a bit ratty

You grumble and swear if your dinner is late

Not a morsel of food will be left on your plate

Your eyes, they are covered you can’t see through your fur

You zoom through the house til you’re only a blur

Your temper is firey, you are quick to mouth off

You can pull on your lead til you splutter and cough

Your skittish outside when the night starts to fall

You sometimes won’t ‘leave it’ or ‘come’ when I call

You dance in the water no matter how dirty

You’re a little bit strange and your habits are quirky

Curled like a coil, that tail starts to wiggle

and it fills me with joy that bursts out in a  giggle

Your short legs are strong, you can run very fast

And you snore cos you learned, you can trust us, at last

When your bat ears point  high and your eyes fill with light,

I know you’ve heard Dad, coming home for the night

When you are smelly, you play in the bath

Jumping and splashing and making me laugh

Your body’s just right to fit curled  on my knee

Your fur’s  beautifully grey and as soft as can be

Whatever we feed you, we know you will finish

You eat all your meat and even your spinach

When your fur’s brushed away, your eyes, black like coal,

glisten and shine like your beautiful  soul

The barking’s  all bluster, but you'd die for your pack

The noise making up, for the stature you lack

You snuggle inside when the night starts to fall

and mostly you ‘leave it’ and ‘come’ when I call.

My terrier angel, My sweet contradiction,

Eclectic and beautiful, flawed, yet perfection

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