Don’t know why I called my Chihuahua Fred.
I guess it just seemed like fun to call Fred Fred.
He was such a fearless and rambunctious pooch.
He’d always chase bigger dogs out of the yard,
And they’d run away from him fooled by his bluster.
It was as if God put the heart of a lion in him.
And he had the spirit of a courageous hero.
When a pit bull was about to savage a neighbor’s child,
Fred charged the pit bull before he reached him.
The pit bull savaged Fred like a little rag doll instead
And left Chihuahua Fred bloodied and dead.
The child got away because he sacrificed his life for him.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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