Black Baby

I know you don’t want a puppy, but just to let you know,

my friend who works there has a photo to show.

Oh really, a puppy? He asked through a frown.

Let me take a look, but we’re not going into town.

Fair enough, I say, as I show him my phone.

I could see in his eyes that resilience had flown.

We hop in the car, and we drive to the spot

where we will meet our new puppy, but to him, maybe not.

I make up my mind and five seconds flat.

She’s the one, I definitely know that.

He looks at his watch and says let’s go soon,

But my excitement for adopting is starting to bloom.

It’s fine that we eat, but first get your card,

I have fallen for that dog, and I have fallen hard.

He rolls his eyes but hardly puts up a fight,

While I scoop her up and squeeze her tight.

I could’ve paid 500, he would’ve paid more,

because now it’s a tough call on who he adores more.

You’re welcome I say, as I pull him through change,

he needs me to do this, you know, to expand his range.

And now the black baby, Molly, the sweet and smart pup,

is another fine example of why I rarely give up.