Her mama’s a Dapple, her papa’s a hound,
She is two tones of tan, and brown as the ground.
Kind of funny looking, a real comical case,
Eyes are green and she has a sorrowful face.
On lonely ole nights she’ll give a hound dog howl,
When big dogs come she moans a low pitched growl.
She’s always in mischief, tries hard to obey,
Soft and cuddly and gives comfort each day.
Out in the desert she saw Gracie dig a big hole,
Right paw started twitching, now she digs like a mole.
Each day she is placed in the tight fenced dog run,
If not watched, she climbs gate and escapes just for fun.
Her bodies quite long and she really has big ears,
Touches water when she drinks, they help what she hears.
She’s smart as an ole trick horse, she is no fool,
Loves water and jumps into the back yard pool.
She give no quarter when it comes eating time,
Noses Gracie from her food and then she is fine.
Can’t sleep and she cries to be held at night,
I cuddle her to sleep and turn out the light.
Some have asked to buy her but not in this life,
We will never sell her just ask my good wife.
Copyright: Gandy Dancer 6/27/2009
