One winter night my family had a fight.
The bone of contention was a little dog.
As me and my sister wanted him to bring along.
Asked questions and more questions,
what if we had a dog !
he'd give us company and would a loyal friend.
If we had a dog we can also play along,
Since the last one departed way long.
To subdue our curious mind,
my reluctant dad gave us a nod,
Finally he brought us a little dog.
wrapped with a worn out cloth of mine,
sitting inside a little warm box.
Black in color and brightly lit brown eyes.
White fangs and his little cute paws.
He looked at us like no stranger and
licked my hand like his mother's.
He wasn't an elite breed but a local pup.
All of a sudden he was the star,
Everyone's execration vanished by far.
He was cared for like no one else
and treated fairly just like another child.
And he is still well part of the clan.
Now he is wiser and little old,
Quite fond of meat and bones in his pan.
He wiggles his tale for the known
and barks with ferine strain for miserable unknowns.
I love when he wakes me up drenched with due drops.
Licks my hand requesting to play.
He is well mannered and makes my day,
with his loyalty and his unconditional love.
So I think every parents should bring a little pup.
For, he will make it a great company,
with his acts and wits will make you laugh and happy.
