Helen's Corner - Book I

My Dog Fluff

I had a little dog named Fluff,
         Whose wit I did adore,
The way he played was very rough
         A-rollin on the floor.

He always had a jolly grin
         His bark was ever ready
He had a black spot on his chin,
         And his blue eyes twinkled steady.

One day my Fluff was blue and sick,
         And his bark was out of order,
Even the clock refused to tick,
         We thought he'd go "South of The Border".

My dog Fluff was very good
         He never made me mad
He always on his hind legs stood,
         When he thought that I was sad.

Alas, this joy it did not last,
         For Fluffy passed away
The tears rolled down my face so fast
         I could never be glad and gay.

Dedicated to the best dog in the world.
                             Fluffy

Circa 1940

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I have a picture of my Mom at about age 12 with a beautiful white fluffy poodle. I believe this is about him.