Our little old dog Dockers is a special little critter. She’s smart as whip, and has brought us much joy. But she’s getting pretty old—sixteen, I think—and won’t be with us forever. I’ve put some of the poems and stories I’ve previously posted about her at the bottom of this post. But first, here’s a poem I wrote about her this morning. The new poem is kind of tongue-in-cheek-humorous, but a little sad, too. Smile; there’ll be time enough for sadness later on.
Still a Good Ol’ Dog
–
Ain’t no need to call the dog
She cain’t hear you anymore
She’s got old and lost her hearin’
Don’t know what your shoutin’ for
–
Yep, she’s old and slowin down
Don’t do much these days but sleep
Used to bark and give us warnings
Now she hardly earns her keep
–
No don’t jump and wave your arms
She won’t pay you any mind
She used to just ignore you
Now the poor dog’s nearly blind
–
But her appetite’s still good
Though she’s now a picky eater
She’ll eat purt near anything
Long as you eat what you feed her
–
Yep, she’s still a good ol’ dog
Though she’s cranky and she’s stubborn
And I’ll be sad when she is gone
But, I don’t think I’ll get a nuthern
–
Copyright © 2011 C. Mashburn
–
Sherry said
Real good one, Charlie. I love our old dog . . .