Sonnet Number 1

The night in which I came from dance early,
I walked into the living room and saw,
Sitting in my mom's lap warm and fuzzy,
A teeny dog that made me scream in awe.
He slept a lot at first but slowly grew,
His wrinkly fur did stretch as he grew old.
The days passed soon he learned where not to poo,
He learned the rules as he we'd often scold.
When I come home from school he jumps with joy.
I've always wanted a younger brother,
And to my dad he's like his little boy;
A furry son to him and my mother.
This dog that's crazy till the very end,
he's perfect, I love him, He's man's best friend.