And she said, which of these do you want,

for home.

This one is old, but faithful,

This other, half-aged, and excitable.

They peered at me through forlorn eyes,


There was a third, limp and frail,

he was young, fresh off the cuff,

a chip off the new block,

I took that one.

Three dogs, the human cuss,

Three dogs, for one of us.