Our old dog Shagg

Written by: Donald J Bennett

Shagg was black as coal, pure-breed Pulli
We raised him from a puppy, never would fetch a ball
Seldom ever came whenever we would call

He had other things to do; we should have named him Humpy
He would hump a bush, hump the cat, and even hump a chair
He would hump any leg especially if it was bare

Couldn’t keep him home you see, for he was a traveling man
Solved our problem nicely by nipping it in the bud
Now Shagg is a happy lad; as that was part of the plan
Gave him to a breeder where Shagg now stands at stud