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.

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