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LindsayP
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Australia, Victoria

0 posted 2008-03-01 10:02 PM



             I'm The Bosses Dog

    I know I’m not much to look at & the boss said I’m mongrel bred
   And the words he often yells at me really never should be said,
     But I get the job done just the same and most times I am forgiven
     But I know that in my heart of hearts, I’ll never get to doggie heaven
.
      My life story started years ago when I was just a half-grown pup,
     When the bloke that owned me then said my number’s nearly up,
      I had great fun when he was away and cleaned up all his fowls,
    I’m sure that you can guess the rest if you’d listened to my howls.

    But as luck would have it on that day, a kind neighbour did arrive
    When he heard that sorry tale, he said for solution we should strive,
      My owner said you can take the brute, I don’t give a bl--dy toss
And that is how I came to be, owned by my present boss.

      He put me in his battered Ute & took me home to his loving wife
      I knew by the way she glared at me that he was going to be in strife,
     Why he’s only nine months old, he said, her tart criticism to allay
      If he’s no good to work the sheep, he’ll guard the place when we’re away.

Now all the new rules and regulations I was very quick to learn
  And although the boss was always kind he was also very stern,
When we’d go around the sheep he always took me in the cab
   Till through my indiscretions, the words he used were worse than scab.

              I was mustering in the hills when I came upon a stinking sheep,
           It had been dead for several days & was now a maggot ridden heap,
             I just could not resist a lovely roll and as any good dog knows,
             I really made the most of it while watched on by several crows.

            In the distance I heard the boss giving forth his piercing whistles
          Straight away I knew it ‘s time to clear the sheep out of the thistles,
             I took them down to the drafting yards at quite a steady pace
          I knew that if I performed quite well, it would be my saving grace.

    When finally the job was done, and it was time to head for home
Boss gathered up his tools of trade along with the cutters & the comb.
    Come on boy he called to me as he opened up the Ute’s old door,
You’ve done a good job today old pal, you certainly know the score.

   Then when I hopped onto the seat the boss quickly changed his tune,
  Although I really liked my smell I’m afraid the boss was not immune,
     Why you stinking brute the boss gasped out, get out of here quick
         You can ride home in the back and he sure gave me the flick.

  I’ve got used to riding in the back, especially when we go to town,
    I gaze down at all the other mutts as they come strutting round,
   They all walk around on stiffened legs with the attitude of a thug
           But I feel quite superior as I snarl and feel quite smug.

      The boss often talks to different mates as he’s sitting in his Ute
     While I run around in the back of it where I’m bidden to be mute,
         I don’t mind his mates at all and don’t wish them any harm,
    But if someone touches the bosses Ute I’ll chew off his bl--dy arm.

  It was on one cold and wintry day, the boss must have been feeling kind,
He said hop into the front with him where I felt the warmth make me unwind,
  I’d been eating rabbit guts for days & I didn’t leave the boss in suspense,
    ‘Get out your stinking brute,’ he cried, ‘with your evil smelling flatulence.’

         Battles many I have fought and I nearly always win the fight,
   The boss yells and screams and carries on but I often hear him skite,
That he’s never seen me beaten yet no matter my opponent’s condition,
   For I wait my chance to grab a foot then the howl of quick submission.

  The years have slowly slipped away and I’ve lost the spring of youth
       And I do my best refraining now from doing anything uncouth,
   The boss’s wife has finally realized that I’ve earned my place at last,
       For she knows I am the bosses dog for the die has long been cast.


© Copyright 2008 Lindsay P Wilson - All Rights Reserved
Roniece Dawson-Bruce
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1 posted 2008-03-01 10:27 PM


smiles... ah Lindsay, you sure know how to wag a wonderful tail! I loved this gifting from you .. thank you for the smells .... LOL!! ok, I meant smiles!!    love RDB

Be kind at heart....for everyone you meet has their own battle to fight.........

Artic Wind
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2 posted 2008-03-01 10:53 PM


I LOVE DOGS! lol-- I mean, I really love them!

Thank you for this wonderful read-- I am with RDB in this one lol

ARCTIC WIND

Marchmadness
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3 posted 2008-03-02 02:19 AM


Have you posted this before, LP? I'm sure I remember it. I read all your poems and I remember appreciating the dog's point of view.
                              Ida

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4 posted 2008-03-02 02:54 AM


Did you add more to this?  It seems longer - but I also remember it.  I love this poem and will read it again .. my dogs demand it of me.  

They think it is their new bedtime story.

I think it is giving them ideas.

Alison

effjayel
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5 posted 2008-03-02 07:19 AM


Lindsay, G'day Mate.you went & did it again!! You are so good at these I am laughing my head off.....just love that dog and hope you still have him..I look forwards to your tales (tails?) & am delighted when I note you have posted one

Thanks so much..... John  Salutations


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Earth Angel
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6 posted 2008-03-02 12:43 PM


I could listen, er read, your stories forever! Actually, I would prefer to HEAR you recite them! ~ especially with that Aussie accent of yours!

Love & hugs to you! ~ and The Bosses Dog!


Linda

simon
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7 posted 2008-03-02 02:23 PM


I echo everything that's already been said...!
Robert E. Jordan
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8 posted 2008-03-02 05:13 PM


LindsayP,

This is very nicely done.  You do good work.

Bobby

JamesMichael
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9 posted 2008-03-02 05:17 PM


Quite a talent you have...James
LadyTom
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10 posted 2008-03-02 05:21 PM


fun to read!!!
Earl Brinkman
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11 posted 2010-10-27 12:31 PM


I think I may have read this before in a different forum but it still retained its brilliance.
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