Update on the stray pup—

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Look who received a clean bill of health from her doctor.

Her stitches were removed and she now weighs 38.7 pounds which is a gain of more than 12 pounds since she wondered up.

My Shoes are on the Loose

This is the first of a series of poems, rhymes and short stories featuring Deuce or “Papa Deuce”. Deuce was my mom’s lovely and friendly Wheaten Terrier. He lived to the ripe old age of fourteen (and a half) and although we were never fond of one another, I will forever be grateful for the years of happiness he brought to my mom.
My Shoes are on the Loose
Papa Deuce, Papa Deuce
My shoes are on the loose
I’ve looked everywhere
Even under Mimi’s chair
They’re not over here
And they’re not over there
So my little piggy toes
are cryin’ cause they’re bare
Papa Deuce, Papa Deuce
I have some happy news
I think I finally found
My favorite purple shoes
Oh no, oh no
Those are not my shoes at all
That’s just my little brother’s
Fuzzy purple ball
Papa Deuce, Papa Deuce…
My shoes are still on the loose!