She glides through the air to catch a tennis ball
As if she were a Sports Star
Always enjoyed ripping a Costco box to shreds
Any chance to race through the house
She'd jump in your bed
Displaying a sheepish yet daring look in a flash
Her spotted face would convey
Come on already...let's play
She hated New Year Eve Night
Parties, Noise, Illegal Shots in the air
Did not fare with "Keke Dog"
Dick Clark's Rockin' New Year's Show
She'd stare at the T.V. for the countdown and mo'
Fireworks on 4th of July made it her least favorite holiday
Lounging in a beach chair on the patio
Or in the grass of the backyard
That was her thing and way
Of celebrating and chilling out
Oh yeah, come and throw the tennis ball to her
Now that’s giving out a Shout!
Don’t leave your meal in arms reach…
She grabs it; take off with a grand hooray!
Listening to my flute playing
Keke Dog often joined in
With an enthusiastic "woo, woo, woo bark
Exercising her chops
Whether the music was Classical or Bop
Keke was Tops!
She passed every test
Protecting us, loving us, giving joy
From the day she arrived
Keanna, "KeKe Dog" was the Best