For my pretty little dog

How will I pick you there,
From many boxes near that square;
With your lovely white short hair,
or the tearful expression you wear?

While you were scolded by Dad,
My mom and I would be mad
at him;the only choice he had
was to keep you away from his bed.

Nearly I cannot remember
that so many times as a newer
you were beaten;companied with tears whene'er
I saw you silently sobber

Now you've grown a little big
and more lovely than before;
Dad always says that you're a pig,
But I regard you better image than bore

The girl I was liking animal
No matter what kind at all;
only amity I will call
for,more than humans somehow