Miss Mouse (An Italian Greyhound)
Who comes through the door?
Delicate, fairy like, gentle and sweet.
Tippy-tip toes hardly touching the floor
Coming to meet you on Pavlova's feet.
Such love in her eyes.
Such warmth of expression on her little face.
Hesitant, charming, feather that flies
Small Aphrodite all beauty and grace.
Balm to the heart
The breath of a Zephyr, the life of the house
In all our world an intrinsic part,
Adorable, whimsical, darling Miss Mouse.
A Dog for All Seasons (To a working dog)
I live around the farm yard, I sleep inside a shed
Not like some that I could mention who have blankets and a bed.
But I am more a useful sort of dog than those you know
I never mind the weather, I go out in the snow.
I ride upon the tractor when they're plouging in the spring
And run besides the herdsman when he's bringing the cows in.
Kill rats amongst the chickens, keep the other dogs in line,
And guard the geese from foxes who break in and hope to dine.
I'm a shaggy sort of collie and I was not bought or sold
For they found me in a hedgerow only just a few weeks old.
I was reared amongst the piglets, being much too young to eat,
And the old sow fed me with the rest and got me on my feet.
I can turn my paw to anything that's in the line of work.
Bring sheep in during winter and I'm never known to shirk.
When my days are finished here and I'm called to pass the test
Then all that I can say is, that I tried to do my best.
There's a Bucket on My Head.(To a bulldog)
It started when I got a bit of something in my eye
And nothing mum could do would make it right.
So she put me in the car and hared off to the vet
With one eye swollen up I looked a sight.
The vet peered in my eyeball, and poked around a bit
And put thins in my eye that made me weep
And then he stuck a massive sort of needle in my leg
And after that I must have gone to sleep.
When I woke up, you wouldn't believe the things I have to tell
I couldn't see a thing. Thought that I was dead!
And the reason that I couldn't see a thing beyond my nose,
Was the yellow plastic bucket on my head!.
Mum took me to the garden for a constitutional
And had to steer me round the doors and chairs,
I never thought I'd need a 'seeing eye' to take me out,
And then I had to face the neighbours stares!
"Oh mummy -Look! That dog has got a bucket on her head"
I really thought I'd die of dreadful shame
As I cannoned off the fences and barged into the gate
Will things return to normal once again?
Just imagine hat would happen if mum took me to a show
I can clearly hear the words that would be said
The judge would look at us and then say "That one is LAST
With the yellow plastic bucket on her head!"
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