Written by Michael Haase, illustrated by Phil Rood
Killer was the meanest dog in town,
with sharp teeth and powerful jaws
Though only five pounds,
He was the toughest around
Defeating each ankle he saw
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*This poem dedicated to my second dog growing up, a small poodle that showed up on our doorstep. My mother ironically named him “Killer.” He was a good little pooch, even though he had a tendency to hallucinate…except for that one time you kept barking at the basement wall…yes, there was a dead squirrel in there. That one time. Good dog. RIP Killer. Hope you and Chip are living it up somewhere.