Wasn’t really a panther, a big black Great Dane.
Joined our family- life would never be the same.
Belonged to the fire chief’s son – rode the fire truck.
Crawled into our hatchback, got firmly stuck.
Those early days of horror, he’d want to roam alone.
I’d seen the advertisement, responded by telephone.
Changed our car – he came with us – everywhere we went.
Surrounded by children, his temperament heaven sent.
Copyright © Kathy M Lawson.
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