Willow Tales: What a Wild and Willowful Life

The Adventures of a Carolina Dog

Willow at 8 months

I love my life at Highland House- It’s a fairy tale. A dream come true for this unlikely pup - Full of fun, adventure, and love that overflows my cup - a far cry from the swampy bog where, just eight months ago, I first saw the light of day.

So, for this story, I thought I would try my paw at a little poetry to share this Wild and Willowful Life …

IT’S A WILLOWFUL LIFE

From sunup to sundown,

I never slow the pace.

Up the stairs and down the stairs,

Round the house I race.

Inside, outside, it doesn’t matter where,

I always find stuff to chew, shred to pieces, or tear.

I never met a potted plant I didn’t like to uproot,

Then dig a hole in all that dirt and scatter it with my snoot.

Beavers and turtles and ducks abound,

As we walk by the pond each day,

And horses, donkeys, turkey, and deer,

Oh, what a Wild and Willowful Way.

Our bond as a pack is strong as glue,

That keeps us together, forever true.

Polly, Elli, and Beau,

And Pops and G’mama too.

Somtimes my sister Okee and cousin Fergus

Show up to play.

We wrestle, roll, and race around the yard all day.

As the time draws near for my hard day to end,

I get my final treat at nine p.m.

Then, I jump up on the bed,

To rest my tired head.

Exhausted from the hard day of play,

The last thing I hear is Pops and & G’mama say,

We love you, Willow, - Sweet Dreams for our sweet girl,

Oh, What a Wild and Willowful Way.

Face Licks to All,

Willow

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