A lame poem

[teddog]

There once was a girl named Rachelle,
Who owned a dog named Ted.
Ted was a companion, fair and true,
But his ancestry went to his owner’s head.

Where Ted’s family came from was never known,
Although he himself from Nova Scotia came,
When Nanny T found him frolicking in fields,
Without a hint of an owner or name.

So with Google inhand, the owner set out,
Praying that finally the answer would be found,
So that she could stop pondering what to call Ted
With her brain remaining somewhat sound.

Ted’s body looks like a Pomeranian’s,
Complete with the personality to match!
But his ears are too big and head too round
Making this solution little more than a patch.

The ears are like a Papillon’s,
Reaching upward into the air,
Except for that odd floppy one,
But at this point she could hardly care.

There seems to be a touch of Chihuahua,
And the facial marks of a Keeshond too.
At this point Rachelle gave up:
"Ted is a Teddog and I have better things to do!"