When I was young she arrived
I was merely only two, when It came into my life
It was a little dog.

When she first came I didn’t realize it yet,
because I was too small
but now that I’m older
I see and understand the evil that she is,
when she was young she was hyperactive
without my parents home enough she became wild
she was independent and didn’t follow many orders;

Whether it was barking or biting
she was tough as nails
and wouldn’t let many near her,
from a stranger’s point of view she was a sweet little thing,
but as they got closer she would lash out at them;

She had razor sharp vision and keen hearing abilities,
as soon as she heard a certain word like walk
she would be begging to go
until she got to go,
and if she saw you running a mile away
she would chase you down,
with unmatched speed.

But nowadays since she’s older
she has started to slow down
her hearing is to the point
where you almost have to yell
to get her to listen to you,
her sight is fading
and the caterax is setting in,
she is afraid to jump down from things
that has a hard surface to land on,
but still she is tough and mean.
She is the evil in my life
and she is my dog.