Maxwell October 13, 2023
I had a dog, the dog had me.
The dog, myself and mate made 3.
We thought we had the perfect vibe
Then I got pregnant, here comes a tribe.
Maxwell was fine with little babe
And beside the crib she often lay.
When baby cried the dog poked me
To hurry up and come and see
Just what this yowling kid might need.
As baby grew he crawled on Max
And pulled her ears, sat on her back.
Max was fine and often rolled
With legs straight up, very droll.
The baby laughed and laughed and laughed,
It was the funniest thing, that ham, our Max.
Another infant in the cradle
No problem for Max, perfectly able
To guard the safety of two human pups
While giving kisses and lapping up
Whatever our toddler spilled on the floor
Or telling me the infant wanted more
Of mama’s milk, changing or hugs,
Me chugging coffee by the mug.
Together Max and I got through
All the things little humans do.
Rocking, burping, changing and feeding,
Crawling, potty training and teething.
Walking on two legs, put up gates.
Move that vase, whoops! Too late!
My Max and I were really blue
When the yellow school bus came rolling through
and took away our little dudes.
But what excitement in the yard,
The bus returned at noon and discharged
Our little people back to us.
Max is happy once again.
Irene Paine