Pam was standing upon a chair,
Giving the bathroom light a scrub.
She got dizzy and fell from there,
Smacking her head against the tub.
She was unconscious on the floor,
Blood gushing from a forehead cut.
Soon after, coming through the door,
Bobby was not just any mutt.
He ran to Pam's purse and pulled out
Her cell phone, opening it up;
His little paws busy about
Being one techno savvy pup.
Pam's recovering from her fall,
Thanks to Bobby's 911 call.
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