The Doggone Dog Contest

Our lab named “Blackjack”, looks just like a bear Jet black and grey, the color of his hair. He’s an English Lab, with the big wide head We bought him instead, of buying a bed. He wouldn’t come in, in the barn he’d live “Jack” ran and he played, lots of love to give. While we were at work, my dad would hang out He’d come to the farm, let “Jack” roam about. One day dad was mad, he fell in the stones He was so lucky, he didn’t break bones. He called “Jack” to come, to feed him his treat “Jack” came from behind, knocked dad off his feet. This happened again, no brains did he lack For he was quite smart, just don’t turn your back. “Jack” loved taking off, to the field he’d run He thought this a game, and found it quite fun. When he would get mad, the barn he would chew Where the nails went, we hadn’t a clue. He grew up quite strong, protector at that He chased off foxes, and sometimes a bat. He had his own house, when we moved to town He’d take everything, if not all glued down. Knives, hats and helmets, and many a shoe Footballs and baseballs, and newspapers too. He thought it was fun, to set up his house Probably even chased, out many a mouse. Tried studding out “Jack”, the poor guy was old The female was smart, he couldn’t get hold. “Jack” went out for runs, snuck out of the gate We’d catch him most times, or else we would wait. “We just saw your dog”, “but he wouldn’t come” “Tried giving him bones”, he sure wasn’t dumb. He’s one of a kind, we love and adore And when you pet him, he falls to the floor. He’d sit up quickly, and hand you his paw You know he’s special, from what you just saw.