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Ode to Our Three-Legged Dog
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# A Gift For The Lovely Faith Reaper ( Mon. 7th Oct., 2013 ). #
Our Three-Legged Dog
---Brownie, we called him,
A gentle yellow lab, a full grown dog
He appeared to be.
Came for a visit one day
When my three siblings and I
Were very young indeed.
We thought we adopted him,
But as I look back now, it was Brownie
Who adopted us.
Soon it became apparent why
Brownie only had three good legs,
All very muscular,
As he loved to chase cars and
Nip at their tires.
He could run lightning fast
After those cars, even with just
The three legs.
When I was in second grade, and my brother in first,
We had such a very long walk to school
And good ole faithful Brownie would
Walk with us to school every day and wait,
And I would see Brownie resting on the playground
Under that shade tree,
And when it was time for us to return home
Brownie would walk with us the whole way,
Without even having a drink during the hot days
On that playground, that I knew of,
Such a devoted dog, our sweet Brownie boy.
Then years after having adopted us,
His joyful family,
A precarious situation arose one day out of the blue
For three strange kids came from, who knows where,
Riding their bikes down the hill
Coming to a screeching halt
Right in front of our house.
My siblings and I could tell
They were in an uproar about something,
And then it was clear, “Skipper” they were calling!
“Who is Skipper?” we thought,
And then we realized they were referring to
Our dog, sweet Brownie boy.
Oh my, our hearts began pounding so hard in our chests
For just the thought of no sweet Brownie boy in our life
Would cause us so much strife,
My siblings and I took up arms to defend our dog,
Sweet Brownie boy,
This cannot be real, our hearts were so fretful
And so we said,
"No, that is not Skipper, but Brownie, our dog!!!"
“No, they screamed back, he is our dog named Skipper!”
“Well, he has been living with us for years and years,”
So if he were their dog,
He must have chosen to leave,
And did not care to stay at his former home,
Now, this has been his real home.
They commenced to calling "Skipper,"
But to no avail, and we
Called "Brownie," here boy, and he wagged his big yellow tail!
My siblings and I loved on him adoringly,
And so the other kids just rode off back from whence they came.
That’s right, we put them to shame in their attempt to steal our dog,
When sweet Brownie boy grew up with us,
Our childhood pet.
Then, when I was in high school,
We moved to a new neighborhood.
I just cannot forget that one dreadful day,
I heard my brother calling for Brownie
The whole day long.
We lived next to a wooded area,
And we searched far and wide,
But nowhere did we find our beloved Brownie boy,
We did not even get to say goodbye;
I heard it said before, when dogs grow old,
They know when it is time and they go off to die,
And that’s what we believe Brownie did.
God showed us of that unconditional love
By giving us our sweet Brownie boy,
The most wonderful pet for which any child could have wished.
My brother, two sisters and I,
Hoped that we had given
Our sweet Brownie boy
As much love as he deserved
Throughout our childhood.
Finally, my siblings and I,
Sadly said goodbye.
This is a true story of a three-legged yellow lab, who adopted us as his family. I don't know why we named him "Brownie," as he was a yellow lab. Well, he could have been a mix. Just kids I guess.
LOL, just look at those outfits! I am the oldest and the one standing in the back of the photo not looking very happy, probably due to the cold, and wearing a mini skirt, looks like under my coat. We did not have snow in Georgia often. It was a freak snow day. This photo had to have been back in the very early 70's.
Our dog, Brownie, was missing one of his front legs.
I was married when I was 19 and have been married going on 34 years, so I had no pictures with me, but my brother found this one that my mother had. Hopefully, there are more somewhere. My mother has dementia now and is about to turn 84.
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