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.
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