SIR WALTER WHO?

Who was that dog, what was his name?
Dog shows never brought him fame.
He had his faults, I must confide,
His head was just a trifle wide.
His two brown eyes were slightly light,
And that darn ear was such a sight.
His virtue far outweighed his vice,
A quality, that’s always nice.
He was a friend to man and beast,
Great temperament to say the least.
His jet black coat was full and long.
His body sound, his muscles strong.
He single tracked, his top line straight;
Great reach and drive, a lovely gait.
We never put him in a show,
But that’s OK because we know
He lived his life to fill one quest,
To please his people, to do his best.
He gave it all, his heart and soul.
There is no doubt, he met his goal.
My dream is someday we will see
His name behind some pedigree
Belonging to some famous sire
That set the collie world afire.
Then at last it will be clear
Just why we looked beyond that ear.
And all the world will finally know
Sir Walter, who we didn’t show.

 

  THE SHEPHERD'S DOG

There’s a collie in that stable
Now don’t you think I know,
That didn’t really happen
On that Christmas long ago.
Collies had not yet been bred
And when they finally were,
The little town of Bethlehem
Was not where it occured.
But still it lifts my spirits
And makes my heart feel warm
To make-believe a collie
Was there when he was born.
To sit beside the manger,
To gently lick his face,
Protecting his young master
In all his heavenly grace.
When I think about it
I really must confess,
That collies have another sense
Most people don’t possess.
They see beyond the present
And look beneath the skin,
Read the writing on a heart
And see the love within.
If there had been a collie there
To hear those angels sing
He may have known a herding dog
Might help this new born King.
His extra sense would tell him
That child would grow to be
The very greatest shepherd
The world would ever see .
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