Born in a valley bowl in Pennsylvania,
One day to be named the pup, Peppy.
Blind for some days, numbering three,
Before she was taken, the world to see.
Peppy.
Wherever it was cats woke and rose,
Tormenting nights with kittenish woes,
Peppy would scamper out. There she goes.
Battles with cats were something she knows.
Peppy.
It was in the year ‘44 she left her ground
Traveling in a car up one hill, then down,
Until she traveled to Downingtown
Where she was a gift from pap pap Brown.
Peppy.
Fifteen years passed swift and too fast.
Avoiding cars and chasing cats, this is past.
Growling at play, how we both would laugh.
She has stopped and gone where you go at last.
White and pepper spotted.
Speed demon and friend and dog.
Peppy.
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