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This is a poem I wrote for my dog when I was twelve years old. He's a dumb but adorable black lab named Fetch (even though he DOESN'T fetch) and he used to get into all sorts of trouble. It took my mom four years to finally get to like him. He's 8 years old now...and still as puppyish as ever!

You shed black hair
But I don't care.
Ты run away
But that's okay.
You're a dull-headed kind
But I don't mind -
'Cause you're my dog.

Ты beg at the table
Whenever you're able.
Ты track mud on the floor
Then Ты track in some more.
Oh the mischief Ты do!
But I still Любовь Ты -
'Cause you're my dog.