Sniffing all the way. Hey!
Midnight Run
Where's the sun?
Can't we make this quick?
When I think we're almost done
She finds something to lick. Ick!
Midnight Run
Ain't this fun?
The snow is glistening bright
When she turns around and looks at me,
Her beard is full of white.
I can't suppress a yawn
When she finally picks a spot
On my neighbor's lawn;
She turns and takes a squat.
She's not quite done it's clear.
Impatience makes me sigh
When I see my Yorkie disappear
In a snow drift two feet high.
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