A cute little puppy was born in Penn Yann.
The only two left were her and sister.
Brown, white and liver, the colors of her fur.
Pink and black for the paws and nose.
Her face had a deviant look.
I thought it was cute, she had no flaws.
When she came to me, she became mine.
Named her Athena, Goddess of Wisdom.
Now at three, still cute as can be.
She uses her wit to get what she wants.
Her tail wagging, barking looking under the couch.
Until I get on the floor and take a look to see.
There's nothing under there.
Suddenly, she grabs one of her toys next to me.
Getting me off the couch to play!
Wouldn't trade for the world.
I'm glad she's here to stay.

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