My sister visits me every week.
Do you know who else I get to meet?
Accompanying her is a ball of fuzz
fidgeting in the passenger seat...

So adorably cute, and ready to hug.
Put on her leash before she starts to tug.

Her name is Niya, called when she does something wrong.
But "Noodles" it is when she nicely plays along.

Am I spoiling her?
Who is to say, she is not mine to keep.

Grandmother at best,
snuggling and giving her treats.

Burying my face in her soft ears,
instinctively comes to me,
before I break into tears.

Look at those big, fudgy brown eyes...
Being a grandmother, I simply can't deny!

But Noodles, when I am out and about,
those chocolates upstairs are not for your little snout!!

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