Still a Good Ol’ Dog

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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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Copyright © 2011 C. Mashburn

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  1. Sherry said

    Real good one, Charlie. I love our old dog . . .

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