The neighbor had a small dog
Pomeranian, I believe
little feet and little nose
we got to play with him
if the lady said so.
He would bark and run
from here to there
while we chased him
round and round.
Then it was time for him to go
“He slept for hours,” she would say.
One day he got away
and came to visit without her okay.
We snuck him in through the garage
to play our usual games
but when Mom hollered, “It’s time to eat.”
Joe dropped him out the window.
We heard him yelp then saw him limp
later we learned he was taken to the vet
“A broken leg,” the lady said.
We never played with him after that.
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