I am Fluffy’s Grand-Doggie,
And Fluffy, she is mine.
I have no human grandkids yet,
So Fluffy does just fine!
I give her treats that no one sees,
Then kiss her on the cheek,
And share with her such secrets
That a dog may never speak.
I had hoped that by today this poem would be obsolete. My daughter Lizzie’s baby is using her as a punching bag, and is growing larger and stronger by the day. We are all getting a bit anxious for this baby to arrive. If any of you want to pray for Lizzie and Baby’s safe delivery, that would not hurt my feelings at all!