Dolores dreamed of owning a dog, a dachshund to be precise. It would wibble-wobble down the street, and always be at her side.
Dolores dreamed of owning a dog, a dutiful and loyal pedigree. It would sleep contentedly on her bed at night, in return, she would love it unconditionally.
©Alison Jean Hankinson
I wrote this for Ellen.
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Of course “it would wibble-wobble down the street!” It’s a dachshund! This is precious. Dolores might be surprised to find out how much of her bed that little dog would take up! 🙂
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I love your poem and dachshunds..have two of my own…and yes they wibble wobble down the street!
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how lovely…my Ellen would love them. I would too. XXX
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