Pup at the House

She's left every litter mate,
And mournful cries ensouled;
We believe she'll acclimate,
And soon will be consoled.

Although she fills the atmosphere,
With sad, unnerving howls.
Think, how much worse it would appear
If they were vicious growls.

Cheer up, although it takes control,
To endure each plaintive wail.
At the other end, sweet soul,
There's a friendly, wagging tail.