Our pet is Dusty, his color
is rusty, his fur is
thick and some areas fluffy.
He guards the yard,
knows his name as if he
is playing a game.
He is tame, has fame, and
not lame so don't think he
will cause any kind of blame.
He maintains his aim, energetic,
dynamic, and fantastic; but drastic
when it's time to defend.
His tail sweeps the floor,
with a gentle breeze with
no need to sneeze.
That's our pet, Dusty!
June 25,2014
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