Wendy
It has been about thirty years ago, plus or minus a few
I was living on our ranch in New Mexico
That is where i met my best friend
Her name was Wendy, not much that she could not do
She was a Dalmatain, my old amigo
We stayed friend to the very end
She thought that cats were for chasing, coyotes were her foe
She would chase a crow in flight
She came from the city, did not know much about the country
If she ever bit someone, she went for the big toe
She was a watch dog, would put up a fight
Just old Wendy and me
The first time she saw cattle, she did not know what to think
They did not have black spots and their size
Barking and raising a ruckus, she would run them out of the corral
Two week before they ever got a drink
When Wendy would sleep, they got wise
I never had a better pal
She would not play with a ball
But play fetch with a rock all day long
Wagging her tail and most always friendly
Lived to a ripe old age, before God came to call
It was a sad day when I had to say so long
If there is ever a dog with black spots in Heaven, it will be Wendy
Copyright © Danny Nunn | Year Posted 2009
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