She wasn't too sweet

She even bit a few

And don't dare try

To snatch away her Boo

Not much for obeying

Unless a treat was involved

Around apples and Milk Bones

Her whole life revolved

She had no nuance

Walks with Daddy were divine

Using ice machines and vacuum cleaners

Were the worst kind of crime

But this lean, muscled beauty

Could chase a ball for miles

With the speed of Bolt

And the grace of Biles

Intense and decisive

Not easy to dissuade

She entered our lives without notice

And left just the same

All dog owners say,

"Ours was best in the world"

But none will compare

To our Pretty Girl