Her fur is thin as a page from a book,
\nher eyes are Oreos sweet and small and rough.<\/p>\n
Her run is like a cheetah,
\nlow to the ground, jumping while she goes.<\/p>\n
Her bark is like wind last Friday night,
\nclattering on the windows of my house.<\/p>\n
Her walk is sassy like my sister
\nwhen she’s angry with me.<\/p>\n
If she were a river she would be fast flowing,
\nlike the rugby player Ben Kavanagh.<\/p>\n
She is my dog Mini.<\/p>\n
By John<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Her fur is thin as a page from a book, her eyes are Oreos sweet and small and rough. Her run is like a cheetah, low to the ground, jumping while she goes. Her bark is like wind last Friday night, clattering on the windows of my house. Her walk is sassy like my sister … <\/p>\n