Here is a poem I wrote about my pit bulls:
“Two innocent souls look at me with fetching brown eyes.
Their large faces display hope and undying affection
while their brindle coats glimmer in the light. Only two
ambitions compel these adorable beasts: cuddling and
kissing with the closest human. I often reflect on how I
met these loyal hounds.
One terrier came from the east while the other came from
the west. Before they became mine, one lived a troubled
life while the other lived in luxury. Fate smiled on these
two puppies when my kin found them. The troubled hound
took a long journey with me and my father and discovered
absolute happiness for the rest of his life upon arriving at
the Golden State.
The pampered pup was found in a pet store. He was wild
and undisciplined, but despite his flaws was a loving
dog. When he arrived in my den, his brother from the
east welcomed him warmly. Together, the two terriers
became like a furry Laurel and Hardy and amuse my
family with their limitless charm.
Hounds have come and gone in my household, but these
two cuddly beasts stood out from the pack. Every day they
leave a deep impression among the community. It is as
though a light of heavenly love illuminates in the sky
wherever the terriers go. To this very day I live happily as
two innocent souls look at me with fetching brown eyes.”