Havanese, if y'please........

Monday nite musing over milk 'n crackers.....
So now we got Willie.....or he’s got us, which is much the same...Willie’s a Havanese, if y’please...or, if y’don’t, it’s all the same to us.....after all, we’re not altogether sure he’s a Havanese.....he c’d be most anything all jumbled t’gether ‘n just lookin’ like a Havanese....He c’d be Shih Tzu....or Lhasa Apso or sum sort’a combination of those dogs.....or he c’d be just plain mutt.....whatever he is, or wuz.....he’s just plain Willie now......he’s a lovable l’il fella, stands up and begs, craves lots of attention....makes Rusty jealous.....Rusty is 22 lbs, Willie is smaller.....no matter, Rusty ain’t about to share me with another dog...it’s okay if Willie goes to sit with Millyrose but Rusty’s got dibs on my lap......
S’funny how dogs c’m ‘n go in your life.....Trudy came along after Maxwell died.....she didn’t really take his place but she helped fill the void.....before Rusty, there wuz Buddy Lee.....he wuz what they call a ‘teacup’ poodle....weighed 5 lbs and just rocketed all ‘round the house.....loved Millyrose, he did, and nipped everyone else....could’a called him a ‘pocket protector’.....anyway, after two months, we found his owner and had to give him up.....Millyrose still misses him....she told her friends all about him is how we ended up with Rusty......Rusty is a miniature poodle....same color as Buddy Lee but larger.... His former owner was a lady and Rusty might’ve taken to Millyrose except for Trudy...Trudy was jealous so poor old Rusty had to settle for me.....dunno why we have to be a two-dog family but that’s the way life seems to go out here in the Golden West......