He was shown many times, a promising pup And he just got better as he
grew up.
A picture of health, robust and strong, His gait and topline, never
went wrong.
But his prime has passed, and he seems to know, That he'll never again
be put in a show.
He eats, he sleeps, not much more than that, And maybe he's getting
a little too fat.
He loves to be brushed, when you have the time, He waits for his turn
at the end of the line.
You think of him, sure, but not nearly as much As those promising pups,
that new special and such.
So he sits and he waits, til you have the time, To make the same fuss
as you did in his prime.
A scrap of affection, or playful shove, To him it means everything,
to him it means LOVE!