Koa Go Bragh
Today I had to take the kids for a haircut, and in the way kids do, the stylist at Fantastic Sam’s got to know everything there is to know about their lives.
“Who’s Brody?” she asked my son.
“My dog,” he replied. “He’s a Golden Retriever.”
“Oh, you have a dog,” she said agreeably. “How cool.”
“I have two dogs,” he corrected her. “Brody and Licorice.”
That one was new to me too, so I leaned in closer.
“Licorice?” she asked. “What kind of dog is that?”
“She’s a labrador,” he replied. “She’s Koa, actually, but I call her Licorice.”
“Ah,” the sylist said. “What color licorice?”
“Huh?” asked my son.
“Is she red licorice or black licorice?”
“The gross kind,” I offered.
My son looked bemused. “Not licorice like candy. Lickerish. She licks ALL THE TIME.”
Lickerish has been with us for one year now, if you can believe it. I can hardly believe it myself. Happy One Year in your Forever Home, sweet Koa!
I would like to state for the record that you have been so, so very much less work than Brody. Go older dog rescue! 
In honor of the adoptiversary, I am making Koa a cupcake (as opposed to an entire cake- gotta preserve that svelte new form) and I also penned her a Lickerish Limerick.
There was an old dog big and black,
Whose adopters kept giving her back
Why they did I can’t see
But they saved her for me
Now an integral part of the pack!
