For my Red Tick American Coon Hound, Scout.
A more loyal, patient, long-suffering, forgiving, loving creature never lived.
I love you and miss you Scout. You will always be in my heart.
Some folks will say that he's just a hound, But no finer dog could ever be found. I have to admit that a hound's hard to train, But that's just because he must first grow a brain. He's so happy-go-lucky and such a real tease. He's so full of love and desires just to please; But he gets into trouble more often than not, 'Cause he's curious of nature and gets into a lot. The things that he does shows an active mind. He just has to mature, he just needs some time, To show the intelligence inate in his breed. He's tenacious and brave, this is his creed. He can find any trail that he's set upon. Just give him the scent and then he is gone. He won't give up until he's caught his prey, And you'll know where to find him by his noted bay. You don't want to lose him, he's not something you lend. He's your dog, he's your buddy, He's your best friend. You can look high and low but his like can't be found. There ain't no such animal as this dog "just-a-hound".
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