A quick lick and she's gone;
She's about her early business,
Before my coffee's done.
Tussling with a shaggy toy,
Or lunging at a spot,
Her imagination, joy, and energy
Bring laughs to all, a lot.
Didn't think I'd like a dog
Underfoot all day,
But she, of course, is not a dog,
As Carrie will often say.
She's a blessing, it is muttered,
While baskets shoes, and purses
Find their higher, quickly hidden,
And, much safer, perches!
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