It was early summer when he came.
"Mike the pup" was all it said on the tag.
Nothing else would fit on the colar.
So tiny he sat in Bob's cap.
Later he carried the extra life preserver pack.
How he loved to ride when we went fishing.
This is the first picture from last spring.
He brought new life with a zing.
He was bob's company and a good change.
Bob's heart about did him in.
Mike would dance and bring Bob things.
Bob perked up, and again had dreams.
Mike gave him hope, and they were best of friends.
From a small pup, how he has grown.
They go for walks and try new things.
A full summer pf camping and fishing.
Our world has a new zing.
Thanks to Mike and our Fishing King.
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