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RIVERSIDE DOGS
By “Sally Taylor”
We suffer our leashes and play in the dog run,
Keep an eye out for treats and bark in the park.
There’s Jason and Leo, the Dynamic Duo,
And Lauren’s pet collie, the voluble Ollie.
And Ruggles and Dodo and several Mollys,
And bulldogs who look like the spirit of Britain.
(But Winston’s a corgi; they’re called Zoey and Georgy!)
“Go figure”, my Dad says. He says things like that.
There’s Maggie with David and Maggie with Shannon
And two-dog Tom, with Winnie and Betty.
I know Taxi and Freeway, and Fenway and Homer,
Rottweiler Bill with his big Mack and Olive.
Murphy and Bailey, Fozzie, Lola ,and Roxie,
There must be twenty-two goldens: Buddy, Cadbury, Jake,
A whole bunch of Maxes, and three or four Sammies,
And handsome red Riley, my wrestling mate.
I see joggers with cell phones and bikers like Martians,
And rows of park benches with wonderful plaques.
The park guys with tickets, “Leash Nazis” Dad calls them,
And Schuyler and Mulligan, Labrador blacks.
Most people adore me, but three on our floor
Are nervous with dogs -- so I stay by my door.
My folks and my vet say there’s only one Sally.
I’m a mutt but I’m special. They say things like that!
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