there was a time when he was Not…not a twinkle in his fathers eye…not nosey nose or perky ear…not persistent paw or wrinkled brow…then, somehow….gusts of wind blew in the sand…tiny grains…one, two, three…created him as gift for me…now my Bo is…all sandy smiles…who would travel miles…and a warm brown gaze…beside me stays…friend forever…til end of days…
thank you Ms Smith’s 4th grade writers for your warm inspiration. keep writing, ellie
