jojo being jojo

jojo is a half-pound bigger

more an engaging dachshund pup now

than trembling, elongated mouse

of only two weeks ago

enchanting all in our three generations

causing banter between grandmother

and mothers, granddaughters and sons

delighted with jojo licks and cold-nose

explorations, full-repertoire tricks

because commands are only yet

dimly understood as applying to one:

sit, or down, or roll over

loving the reward treats and even more

the loving hand caresses and the human

laughter, memories, and reluctance

to leave the closeness bonded by

jojo being herself