He was a devilish dog
Never behaved
Always tested us
Would drive us crazy with frustration.

He would bite our hands
If we dared to pick him up
His teeth so quick and sharp
He would get us everytime
Cutting us.

We couldn’t take it
We complained to mom
But she didn’t believe us.

After another morning
Of constant biting
We gave up.

Mom got frustrated
And said we were being over dramatic
So she tired
To pick him up
And he bit her.

She got mad
Really mad,
Months went by and he didn’t get any better
And we couldn’t take it any longer
He was later sent to my grandma’s house
To live until he passed.