We often wonder what happened to that little puppy.

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I can still remember so vividly,
The day we got our first real pet.
The cutest little grey and black puppy
Which Dad had rescued from the vet.
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We couldn’t believe our eyes
At this little ball of writhing fluff,
Which yapped and licked our faces
Until we cried we had had enough.
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We named the puppy Ricky,
And he grew to quite a size,
But we found it impossible to tame him
And he was forced to live outside.
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As he grew he became a handful.
He always wanted to play.
He chased cars and jumped up at strangers,
Who often got in his way.
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He only ever wanted to be friendly
But people began to complain,
And the sheep in the field next to the house
He treated with much disdain.
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Well one day Ricky just disappeared
And we never saw him again.
But that night burglars broke into the house
And little of value did remain.
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We often think back to what happened
On that sad and fateful day.
Did Ricky meet with an accident?
Or did the burglars spirit him away?
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Christine Ramsay 6.2.11
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