Well, he really wasn’t our dog
He belonged to our Uncle Joe and grandmother who lived next door
but we loved him like he was ours!
He was black and white
and he spent a lot of time at our house
He loved to tap his tail against
anything that was close
When grandfather died
he wouldn’t leave the bedroom door
He was a knowing dog and he
knew that Grandfather Whiffin was dead
He played with us outdoors
and went everywhere with us
Although he really wasn’t our dog
he was in every way that counted!