“nick the pekechi and his love of his lampchop stuffy collection”

Nick the Pekechi wakes with the sun,  
A swirl of soft fur and small paws set to run,  
Ears like twin silken fans, tail curled in delight,  
Seeking what makes his whole morning just right.  

Under the table, behind the blue chair,  
He snuffles and burrows to find treasures there—  
His lampchop stuffies, row upon row,  
Each one a friend he’s eager to show.  

There’s Patchy, the elder, with one floppy ear,  
And Dottie, the tiny, with a threading so dear,  
A rainbow of softness, with hearts sewn in red,  
Nick guards each lamb with a shake of his head.  

He gathers them near, nose gently pressed,  
A parade of pure lamby fluff at his chest—  
He’ll nuzzle and drag them from dawn until night,  
Tender and loyal, his joy all a-light.  

When thunderstorm shadows shake windows and walls,  
Or the world seems too big for a pup that is small,  
Nick’s lampchop army stands close at his side,  
Their stitchy smiles wide, with comfort supplied.  

So here’s to young Nick, with his lambs all in tow,  
A Pekechi prince in a lamby tableau—  
For nothing so sweet as the bond that is grown  
Between dog and his stuffies, forever his own.

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