Poem from a Little White Dog
In SaddleBrooke where the sun shines bright,
I wake with Dad to morning light.
At seven sharp, we start our day,
The mountains pink, the skies all gray.
The golf course glows, the ponds reflect,
A world so calm, so quite perfect.
I sniff the breeze and stretch with glee,
My leash comes out—it’s time for me!
Sometimes we see friends: Angel, Boo,
Red trots by and sniffs me, too.
Winslow, Gemma, Benny roam—
We wag hello, then head on home.
Back on the patio, Dad sips slow,
While I just sit and feel the glow.
Birds all chatter, coffee steams,
We share a pause, like in our dreams.
Midday means the golf cart hums,
Wind in my fur, my joy becomes
A ride to HOA One’s space,
Where I get pets and greet each face.
When afternoon gets still and warm,
We find our cozy, sleepy form.
I curl up close, my eyes half-closed,
With rawhide treats I’ve gently gnawed.
Evening walks are best of all—
The golden light, the shadows tall.
I see my pals: Obie and Mimi,
Lulu, Oliver, always dreamy.
There’s Teddy, Echo, Cloe, too,
And Kofi joins our wagging crew.
We chase and sniff and romp with glee,
While desert skies paint joy for me.
And when the stars begin to gleam,
I cuddle close and start to dream.
Of golf carts, walks, and skies so wide,
And Dad forever by my side.