Sleeping
peacefully
after a hard
day chasing
his tail and
*
barking at
his shadow
Come near, sit a spell, and listen to tales of old as I sit and rock by my fire. I'll serve you some cocoa and cookies as I tell you of the time long gone by when your Greats-greats once lived.
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Cute poem. My parents just adopted a beagle puppy. I can confirm :)
Cute! 🐶
Oh, he is an energy magnet!
I loved it!
Awww, so adorable! Loved this so much!
That is wonderful. So sweet.
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Cute.
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Cute poem. My parents just adopted a beagle puppy. I can confirm :)
Cute! 🐶
Oh, he is an energy magnet!
I loved it!
Awww, so adorable! Loved this so much!
That is wonderful. So sweet.
🩵🩵👏🏼
Cute.