I use to think the toy breed of the K9 world could not Be on the same position as all the stray dog lot A tree to pass some urine on or a tyre, a wall’ll do The grass, the footpath, they’re not fussed of where to drop the poo Kick up the grass when in their nose the smell of a sweet lass Minding her own business not asking for a fuss But he’ll just mooch right over their as if it is his right And jump upon without romance and ignore her moral fight And when he’s done with head held high he’ll be on his way To sniff he’s way around the street for food without delay To fill his groaning stomach with what ever he can find And locate a sunny patch of grass, relax, dream and unwind Dream about what would a bone taste like if he had one Dream about where he would burry it once the bone was done Tiny little twitching from his body he would make Dreaming being chased ‘cause of the snags that he did take Dream about the kindness of the friends that he once had That bought him home and cuddled him when he was just a lad Remembering of the days when he would play from dusk till dawn Contented, loved and cared for, his family he did mourn Waking from the dream that’s still fresh upon his mind he knows that for survival, is strength that he must find So off he trotts into the day with memories tucked in tight To find adventures awaiting him to take him through the night But when you take the humble dog that’s cradled as our own And we thank the Lord that he’s not lost with sadness and all alone He’s still got all the habits of the dog upon the street He’ll sniff the bum of other dogs and call it quite a treat He’ll piddle on the carpet of your favourite cosy spot Just to get attention, he’ll blackmail, scheme and plot Whilst lounging in he’s comfy chair he’ll chew and clean his bits And when he wants affection your face you’ll let him lick And if the food that he most likes is on the family table What flashes in his mind is how to steal it if he’s able And without a query if he’s not spayed I’m sure that he could manage To jump right up on top of her so he could do the damage And when he’s dozing carelessly in the afternoon He’ll be only dreaming of the things that he is quite used to So I suppose there’s not much difference between the two of them Put beloved pooche on the street so for himself he could defend And watch him turn from sweet to stale from contentment to unjust Scrawny, timid, relentless and wander why he does not trust And gather up the stray into your warm embracing arms Give him love, security, free him from the harm Place him by the fireplace in a snuggly, wrestful bed Watch him change with affection to a loving family pet Lauralee King © August 2001Birth sign: Virgo
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