Snowball's Vanity

Oh! Sweet little puppy!
Ears flopping and white.
Sweet little black eyes,
Never fail to delight.
Each morning he'd bound,
On the bed 'til I rose.
But the first thing I'd see
Was his big, wet, black nose.
"Big Nose!" I would tease him,
He growled back, so tense.
"Big nose," I would laugh,
Then he'd bark, in defense.
Oh, my sweet little westie,
How his vanity shows.
You can tug on his tail,
But don't call him, "Big nose!"

by Rebecca Lautenbacher