Tribute to Dutch

I was at a flea market
just browsing all around.
Then before my very eyes
I saw a spotted hound.
My little daughter Brittany
was smitten on the spot.
Then pitched a most ungodly fit
until this pup she got.
On our journey home
we talked of names and such.
Then I said what about
what about we name her Dutch?
Then through the years
she always played her part.
She brought happiness and joy
and chewed into our hearts.
Now as time would have it
old age it did so creep.
Brittany laid her down that day
and then she went to sleep.
Now the house seems empty
there's a lack of loving sound.
What I'd give to hear that bark
of that dear spotted hound.

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