My sister and I drove our parents crazy
with our constant arguing – back in the 30’s.
One day, after much discussion
we agreed that we would stop bickering
if our family could have a dog.
We prevailed, and the dog
came into our newly peaceful home
and was called HAPPY
to signal our new way of being
“no longer argumentative”.
Like many peace accords
it didn’t last – but the dog did.
As the years passed by
there was replacement: Happy 2.
And if I remember rightly
there was even a Happy 3.
My sister and I have come
to love each other dearly.
She now has a dog called Lucy
and though I am dogless
I retain many happy memories
of some wonderful canines.
But I don’t recall
what our our arguments were about.