NIKITA AND SUSAN FROLICKING IN THE SNOW
Because she is my friend.....
She is someone easy to believe
in my friend, my faith.
She is my moon glow when the
night has fallen,
my path, my light, my way I
could not wait,
why should I wait, to tell her
with a Woo woo and a kiss
She is my shelter when the storms
are coming, my weather, my rain
She is destination when I am
I love her so...
I could not wait to tell her,
though I've shown her many times,
the love she's brought into
I'll never know how to express
how to tell her everything and
I bowl her over
She is my mistress she is my
I'll die for her my only mistress,
my very best friend
Nikita was a rescue dog and he was
in a terrible state when I got him at 30 months of age. He has turned out
to be a good example to the breed and is the sire of our new Mal ......Richtavier
Jamaican Hawk known as "Daddy Hawk" who adores and loves Horst. Since the
loss of our Saint Bernard Amadeus, Hawk has been Horst's salvation to our
dogs and has given him the courage to carry on in dogdom. One can have
so many dogs at home and love them all......but there will always be that
extra special one for all of us. Sooo....the bottom line is, if you ever
loose that special friend in life, a door is opened for new love to enter.
The choice is yours and it depends on one's self if we allow it to happen.