A Second Poodle?

I'd been thinking about getting a second poodle for a while. I thought Daisy would love having a playmate, and we have the resources to care for another rescued pup. The fam supported the idea and, somewhat spontaneously, on the 4th of July, we adopted Daphne! 

She came from a hoarding home and when the owner passed away, the family arranged for all her dogs (many) to go to a rescue organization. 

She is a curious creature! Stand-offish, but cuddly at times on her own terms. She loves to play and wrestle with Daisy; and has learned to use stairs and enjoy treats. We all are amused by her weirdness and have faith that she'll 'get there' with potty training and more.

Here's a poem I wrote for the occasion. Still needs work, but what doesn't?

the love has to go somewhere

a buildup of love has to go somewhere-

untreated, it may explode your brain

or leave your heart racing like an 

out-of-control southbound train

in this case, love adopted another dog-

now two wet snouts nudge morning faces;

then the new one finds her safe place, 

neglect still leaving an impression-

traces of love hoarded, of oppression- 

but the love had to go somewhere-

so it continues to leave a mess on the floor,

that's a guarantee, that love's shore 

laps up against a smelly and ugly beach;

trust me, it's not pretty to reach this point-

but when love arrives it can certainly be 

messy like exploded spaghetti

so allow me to add some clarity-

unspent love should go somewhere good,

tipping the arrow up instead of down,

pushing life to thrive, not to drown-

in this case, love shot out of everywhere,

fingertips, kneecaps, all the curly hair-

now comes the clean-up, the petting hands-

coaching, coaxing, a safe place to land