He was fiercely devoted, quiet and behaved.
Even in a friendly tussle he remained unscathed.
But there was always one thing observed.
That was always to be reserved.
Especially when his master was around,
That was to be the most obedient hound.
Who at the mere sound of his master's voice
Would respond with a cold nose, oh so moist.
He followed direction very keen.
For by now it had become routine.
Whatever His Master required of him
He responded with a hidden grin.
He knew how to do ordinary chores,
But he had been taught to do much more.
It really wasn't hard to learn,
But the wheelchair was his only concern.
He was more than a fetch dog, he was a trusted friend
Always faithful to his master to the bitter end.
