The Seventeen Years Itch Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

Seventeen years ago my eldest son married her and they are very happy up till now, even though no children be born. They wish own kids or else none. No adopted babies or so. My eldest son said to me: Mummy, I love her very much and if Jany cannot give birth to our baby, I wish no baby too, and we are very happy though. Two years ago they bought a cute dog, picked up from the streets in Spain imported to the NL.

At the Dutch Asiel, that is a municipal boarding house for dogs and the animals are for sale. Fixed prices and not to bargain.
They got the assurance that they can return Fiko if the dog is still not listening to their commands. They wish to keep Fiko for always so they sent Fiko to a Dog´s Training Center to Obey. Fiko is now almost three years old, very barky but now he is listening well and I must admit a smartest and cutest dog loveable to play with from Spanish origin, ah cutest obeying Fiko and yet he has his own dogs-nality.

This poem is about their 17th wedding anniversary and not about Fiko.