Mom brushed Little Brushwood as she hummed a sweet song,
And she noticed that her pup’s hair was getting long.
Little Pup laid still with a wiggle once or twice,
But enjoyed having his fur brushed; it felt so nice.
The pile of Shiba fur was growing really big,
And Mom even put some on her head as a wig.
When Mom was done creating a large pile of fur,
A wind gust blew the mound causing Mom to shout “Grr!”
Pup ran after the large Shiba fur tumbleweed,
As Mom chased both with the rolling fur in the lead.
A few moments later she said with a small smile,
“I will remember the tumbling Shiba fur pile.”