So much life is behind her already,
so many relationships:-
breeders, vets, puppies; even, for a while, a cat!
Such a great fund of doggie wisdom flows from her:
knowing when I should get up, how manage my day,
to do, in order, all the things
on which her life and comfort depend.
Does she know she is a dog of surpassing beauty,
a paragon among poodles?
Or is her flouncing and flirting aimed just at keeping
her place secure in my eyes?
Do not fear, little monarch. You are my daily joy,
and my clear assurance of the abundance of grace.