My baby girls, I love them so.
I barely ever tell them no.
They know me well; they read my mind.
My four-legged shadows, what a find!
What kind are they? I couldn’t say.
I got them both in different ways.
One day a girl at work asked me:
Did I want Sage? I told her, “Si.”
She only guessed what kind she was;
“A border-collie, mixed with fuzz.”
To me it doesn’t sound quite right
Though she’s a fuzzy, furry sight.
Sage doesn’t bite so I don’t care.
She’s so darn cute, I love her hair!
And there we were – just us two.
Sage wanted friends, what could I do?
Who came along? My Charlotte dear;
To fill my house with puppy cheer.
To make it clear how she was found,
Sage and I went to the pound.
The concrete ground was Charlotte’s bed.
I said, “Hello.” She perked her head.
Already she had pulled a trick.
She cast a spell and she got picked.
She licked me, pulling on my heart –
A lover from the very start.
She’s partly lab and partly hound.
She makes the cutest cuddle sound.
Her big round eyes don’t have a match.
My Sage and Charlotte, what a catch!