Chewie was old, he’d seen more than a decade,
But that old boy loved to learn new tricks.
His momma moved him across a whole nation,
From Atlanta to Seattle’s Sound, such different ethnics.
But Chewie loved where he was, whatever that be,
He didn’t complain, he just loved the new scenery,
Sniffing and smelling the new salty air,
New sights, new sounds, new dog parks to dirty his belly.
Loved it he did, the walks on the beach
The market where men gave him food,
It was life as he always knew it should be,
And one day confirmed! These people understood.
For down at the market a man gave him a fish head.
His momma laughed as Chewie took it with reverence.
Then they strolled home since he refused to eat it.
She laughed all the way, and he awaited a brief little severance.
When they got home, he let her know he wanted out back.
She laughed and said, “Go to it my boy.”
With that she opened the little gate,
Chewie trotted on through then looked at her coy.
She stared and he waited …
Finally she got the hint.
He wanted a moment all to himself,
So she headed inside to collect her new mint.
From the window she watched him.
He looked all around,
He sniffed the garden, the flowers, the trees.
Then finally he settled on one spot on the ground.
His digging was slow, deliberate, with care.
From the window, momma filmed him as he sought to bury
A fish head. He had never done this before,
But now he was thorough, there was no need to hurry.
When he started moving about in the yard,
Momma popped out and invited him in.
She patted his head, “So you learned a new trick.”
He wagged his fuzzy tail and gave her a grin.
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