Lil Paws is the naughty one
A little punk pipsqueak
Who yaps at the big guys on Ludlow Ave.
Even the Great Swiss Mountain Dog
Thirteen pounds but
The loudest barker in our neighborhood
Back home Lil Paws chews up undies
Ball point pens
Pastries on the breakfast table
Pooped on the rug two times
Ate two holes in the quilt
Clearly a descendant of wolves
But remarkably cute nonetheless
Loves being petted
Snuggles up at night in the bed
Likes to lie on my chest
Iko is older, better mannered
Never does anything wrong
But he doesn’t have quite as much fun
Twice the size of his Yorkie brother
Though still he gets bullied around
A miniature Schnauzer
Rarely groomed, lots of mats
Iko follows me from room to room
Like my buddy
Naps at my feet
Puts his paws on the arm of my chair
When he wants attention
A pretty good rough-houser
Lies on his back
Grumbles contentedly
And kicks four legs in the air
Both dogs like going for walks
Lil Paws charges out in front
Straining on the leash
Pulling me along
But Iko lags behind
Sniffing every pole, every hydrant
Or clump of gladiolas
The dogs growl at pedestrians in masks
But otherwise are one with the world
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