Wrong Dog
In stillness I stood, amidst faces so plain,
A lady appeared, a dog by the rein.
Tiny, this pup, compared to my feline,
Fluffy-haired and has an apple head.
A rat-like face, eyes googly and bright,
Swift in its stride, walking like a cartoon character.
Ah, a St. Bernard my favorite.
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