My Dog Buffy

Slipping, crashing in my garden. Yep, that is my dog!
My Angel, she is a goddess to me.
Her hair is white like the clouds with grey hairs-specks in her coat.
She is my fur-kid.
Dog toys only stay one day in the house
That is why I make my own dog toys now for Buffy.
She sleeps on my bed.
Her back legs are like the springs of crickets.
She won’t go for the ball but will go for another dog.
She likes ice better then meat.
As she is running the fox instinct turns on,
And she starts roaming the land.
So able to roam her world.