Baby Blackie

Blackie, Blackberry, Beary, Blackbear —

Frankly, my dear, I don’t really care.

When it’s time for dinner, just make sure that I’m there;

I like very thick steaks, medium rare.

I’m rambunctious and smart and clever and gay,

I’ll wrestle my sister the whole live-long day.

I was born inside and inside I’ll stay,

So please keep me safe and don’t let me stray.

I got myself fixed and all my shots, too

By the good doctors and techs down at Fairview.

I like people and cats and probably you,

And my Sis needs a home if you can take two.

A knowledge of dogs I haven’t yet got,

But I’m young and I’ll learn about Rover and Spot.

The same thing with kids in case you just thought,

And I suspect that I’ll learn to love them a lot.

I’m four and-a-half months, born 27 July,

I’m the biggest and fastest, a strong, funny guy.

I’m healthy, happy, curious and spry,

And I’d really love it if you’d give me a try.

Photo and Poem by Randy Cromwell