In Sturgeon Bay where waters gleam,
Lived a Sproodle dog named Carl, a dream.
He spent his days in a lake house near,
With all his friends and joyous cheer.
A Sproodle too, with fur so fair,
Aunt Millie lived, a cross she’d bear.
Her heart was cold, and mood quite dark,
No friends she had, not even a lark.
Carl and friends, they’d romp and play,
Exploring fields in the light of day.
They’d chase their tails and wag with glee,
Free as the wind, as wild and free.
But Aunt Millie, bitter and lone,
Would sit inside her dreary home.
She’d grumble, moan, and scoff at fun,
For in her heart, she had none.
One day, Carl thought, “I’ll bring her out,
Show Aunt Millie what fun’s about.”
He fetched his friends, their hearts all bright,
To face the challenge and make things right.
They ventured to Millie’s gloomy lair,
Their wagging tails cutting through the air.
Carl approached with head held high,
“Come join us, Millie, we’ll touch the sky!”
But Millie scoffed, her eyes a glare,
“I’ve no time for your childish affair.
Leave me be, you foolish pup,
I’ve had enough, now just give up.”
Yet Carl persisted, so full of love,
He knew Millie’s heart could rise above.
His friends all gathered, their hearts aligned,
To help dear Millie, her joy to find.
Through fields they roamed, with laughter loud,
Carl and friends, a joyful crowd.
With every step, Millie’s heart did thaw,
As slowly, she began to see the awe.
In life’s small moments, the joy they’d share,
United now, a Sproodle pair.
Aunt Millie’s heart, once dark and cold,
Transformed to one of love untold.
Now Carl and Millie, side by side,
Explore Sturgeon Bay with hearts open wide.
Their friendship grew, no longer bleak,
Two Sproodles bound, forever they’d seek.
