Our Farming Friend

I think it’s time to share for those pet lovers who care , about a friend we had when just a lad. He was just a wee pup and with us grew up, working around the barn on our farm. We named him Penny which we thought good as any. We experienced much joy growing up with "Penny boy". For his friendship indeed we were much in need, At seemingly lands end he was our best friend, other than our buddy Ernie round the bend, He learned to herd bovines and listened to our whines, always did as we asked no matter the tasks, Woodchuck holes dotted the scenery and busted up our machinery, So ole Pen dog decided they’d be no longer invited. If a chuck decided to the contrary, Penny turned his home to mortuary. He’d give him an offer he couldn’t refuse; if he did …he’d lose! The land was soon cleared of those varmints much feared. About our friend, that’s just one tiny chapter Who lives in our hearts and in the hereafter. He was there for a good game of tug, or for a hurting child to hug, His yellow hair a ready sponge for tears, His panting laugh a joy for many years. He was a helper, hunter, protector, comrade and friend. “GO GET ‘EM PENNY” ! ... We’ll meet you round the bend… Written for Francine Roberts' "Pick a Pet" contest. 7/04/11