ODE TO OUR PIT BULL
What is my pay for working so hard,
The returns for taking him out in the yard,
Who pays for food, filling the caverns within,
What's the compensation for taking care of him?
Really, he's a puppy, cough, cough, cough,
Thinking he was as big as he'll get,
I called and asked our local Vet.
I described the particulars, then the Vet said,
"Open the gate, I'll be there before you're in bed,
A rabies shot I want to give to him,
In case biting is one of his whims".
A Pit Bull, they aren't considered dear,
A home, for him, we tried to find,
When we called, "Nope he's not our kind."
We decided we had nothing to loose,
We started intensive training sessions,
It's us, who were taught, lots of lessons.
He's not like any dog we've loved,
Not necessary to wear kid gloves,
He's a lummox, he has four left feet,
Despite it all, he is really sweet.
You never know when or what kind,
Chewing is what he loves to do best,
The couch, my shoes, you know the rest.
He does something very endearing,
Toys, aren't for the public, or for sharing,
He hides them in a pile of leaves,
Later he goes and them he retrieves.
Comes to show us, for a compliment,
Then takes them back, there to store,
Each time returning with one more.
If an object is lost and can't be found,
We'll look in the leaves on the ground,
Our kleptomaniac, is the first accused,
Our hospitality, he's previously abused.
The house cats he tries to corral,
That big dog, they don't want for a pal,
He whines, cries, wants to be friends,
His antics, them, to the basement sends.
He's not a dog who's into games,
His reaction to them is usually the same,
Throw stick for him to chase,
He's the turtle in this race.
He looks at you, asking each time,
Is this necessary, I'd rather the hill to climb,
Running after squirrels in the trees,
For me, it is the bees' knees.
We watch him, deep in dreams,
Chasing squirrels it seems,
When he wakes he stretches out,
His sleepy face in its continual pout.
We know he's happy in our house,
He doesn't hurt the occasional mouse,
He listens and does what he wants,
Waiting, watching, the house cats to taunt.
What's my compensation, for taking in a stray,
The blessings of a smile, assured each day,
If I'm very lucky, there'll be more than one,
With lots of chuckles before the day is done.
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Great 'Ode to the Dog'. It sounds like he's settling in very well.
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