At the end of 2023 we adopted a brother and sister, five years old, about 20 pounds each. Their build and coats and ears and teeth and personalities differ slightly in interesting ways. But they both have small sad (sweet!) beagle faces, and tails that curl at exactly the same angle.
Miss Bennet (Bennet, Lizzy, g'girl etc) has gold fur with some black in it. Mr Darcy (Darcy, Fitzy, g'boy) has black fur with some gold. After an initial period of adjustment they are flourishing.
Here are the first three poems we've written for them, in order of authoring. (Val's is third, and its first and the last lines are the same.) Without further ado.
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With your tiny paws and knees,
you can't catch those those since they climb trees.
You can't bite those since they have wings,
but we'll do other awesome things!
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[for Darcy]
Don't poop under the lilacs!
You know I hate it there.
Why don't you poop like Bennet,
out in the open air?
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I have two doggies that I love
When in bed I have to shove
Them aside so I can sleep
I have two doggies that I'll keep
I have two doggies I adore
They like to bark beside the door
So they can go outside to play
I have two doggies here to stay
I have two doggies next to me
Upon my lap and on my knee
They are a blessing from above
I have two doggies that I love
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