My Little Puppy Dog

I love my little puppy dog,
Standing stuffed and tall.
He’s the colour of moonlit fog,
Of early snow in the fall

That one fateful Christmas night,
When the two of us first met.
My partner in sleep, my guiding light,
The woof, woof, bark! Of my pet.

Lunch times when I was small,
Spent playing with him and friends.
My little dog, his excited call
But good things have their ends.

Now he’s propped up on my desk,
Standing stuffed and tall.
His time is over, he’s laid to rest,
His coat like snow in the fall.