My Dog
My dog is not a manly dog,
she’s my dog just the same
A manly dog rides in a truck
and retrieves the hunted game
My dog, she is a lady dog…
when we got her she was small
A little puff of fluffy fur…
all wrapped up in a ball!
They told us she would stay that way,
but her waistline it went south!
Everything that hits the floor
just ends up in her mouth!
A cookie here and a cracker there
now she’s a butterball.
And when she steps up on the scale,
the Vet’s face says it all!
I love the Pit Bulls’ bully grin
I love the Labrador
I love the Husky’s arrogance
And Sheep Dogs even more
But none of them would last a day
In my Dutch wife’s clean abode
But Mollie she has passed the test
and has never hit the road
I sure don’t feel real manly
when I take her for a walk
The neighbors they just kind of grin
But deep inside they mock
“That big ol’ guy; that little dog”…
I feel like such a sap!
Mollie really does belong
asleep on Grandma’s lap!
Now she’s getting on in years
her jump is not so high
She really hates to get her bath
when soap gets in her eye
The day will come when Mollie dies
and yes I’ll get choked up
Remembering my little puff
who once was just a pup!
David Kettler
March 23rd 2011
Copyright © David Kettler | Year Posted 2015
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