Denise, 2004 We wanted a small dog, a Benji, a pupnot a hulking Heinz 57 like you. Sad, nearsighted Doberman mix,sitting in the cornerlike a chastised child. “She shakes hands.”The woman said.And you did, raising a black and tan paw.And we fell madly in love with your lop-eared faceand decidedly goofy demeanor. You moved right […]
