In the wilds of the wet rains/she comes to me sweet/ tail wagging from the feat/ of traversing the hills and valleys of the street//In truest form of dachshund and chihuahua/ she begs for snacks and a fresh taste of agua/hound to some and teeny to others/she’s rough and tumble like the youngest of brothers//Lola P. Bearington is her full pomp and regalia/to ignore her barks would lead to hysteria
Haha Zing!
Erika
