How Could You?"
Copyright Jim Willis 2001
When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh.
You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a
couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I
was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" but
then you'd relent, and roll me over for a bellyrub.
My housebreaking took a
little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we
worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed an