And she said, which of these do you want,
This one is old, but faithful,
This other, half-aged, and excitable.
They peered at me through forlorn eyes,
There was a third, limp and frail,
he was young, fresh off the cuff,
a chip off the new block,
I took that one.
Three dogs, the human cuss,
Three dogs, for one of us.