A leaping, biting ball of fluff
Whose teeth like needles pierce
There is no mischief big enough
For this great hunter fierce.
The havoc wrought one must confess
Would make a strong man quail
Could this so small make such a mess?
Attila with a tail.
But wagging tail forgiveness begs
Please don't you want to play?
She's furry love on four small legs
Who takes our cares away.
Mel Austin
To her you're always smart and fair
She's sure that you're a god,
Whose wagging tail relieves each care?
It's just my friend, my dog.
No strings attach to faithfulness
Demands by her are few
No value put on your success
She asks but love from you.
She has a soul of that I'm sure
To heaven which must wend
With others loved, for evermore
To live, my dog my friend.
Mel Austin
He looks at me with soft, brown eyes
That melts my heart, and then he sighs
And rests his head upon my knee
And turns his soulful gaze on me.
The rough, wet tongue that licks my hands
The bark that says he understands
The paw that lifts in supplication
The eyes so filled with adoration.
But wait! - that dog is at my plate
He stole my meal, my T-bone steak
Oh! you worthless,selfish wretch
Who will not heel and will not fetch
Who does not heed me when I call
Leaves muddy tracks along the hall
And sneaks into my fresh made bed
Leaves hair and slobber on the spread
Who gulps his food in seconds flat
And then is sick upon the mat
And yet without a pause will then
Proceed to gulp it down again
And I don't think it's very nice
To gulp your food and eat it twice.
Oh, you filthy, flea-bound creature
Can I find one worthwhile feature
This time'll save you from the pound
You loathsome, faithless, rotten hound!
He looks at me with soft, brown eyes
That melts my heart, and then he sighs
The lashing tail and wringling bottom
Means all my anger is forgotten.
John Pickersgill