The Unbearable Cuteness of Leo by Katryn Conlin This claim I do not lightly make: He is Without a doubt, the cutest dog alive. A darling pup, my Leo is indeed — His quizzical face, intelligent eyes, endearing to behold. But wait, there’s more: His elegant snout, his little pink nose, and slightly mismatched ears add to his charm. Adorned with golden fleece and feathered legs, A coat of luscious fur, coppery back that shades to tawny belly. Tossed across His shoulders like a cape, a dashing mane, The ruff that is the reason for his name. And did I not mention his hairy toes, His tail thrust up like a fluttering flag, To decorate his derrière, a pair of fluffy pantaloons upon his rear. The perfect size; stands midway to my knee Yet not so small he yaps at everything, The way those Yorkshire terriers down the street Abuse us when we take our nightly walk. Perhaps you think I’m shallow and obsessed With matters of appearance. Let me add: Not only is he cute, but he is sweet; A cuddler, curled up like a little cat He nestles snoozing, warm upon my lap. Postlude So I stand by my claim: Without a doubt, The cutest dog alive. Should you need proof, I have a hundred pictures on my phone. Page 66
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