The competitor

"He's got to win," the woman said.

"A work-shy dog is better dead."

REX looked at her with questioning eyes,

She only saw the glittering prize.

She worked her dog each day by day-

No time for sentiment or play.

Sometimes his head drooped with fatigue;

Her mind was set, she did not heed.

 

And on she went, from Show to Show

And watched with pride her prizes grow.

BEGINNERS through to CHAMPION CLASS -

On points she rarely failed to pass.

And as she won, she also found

Her reputation got around.

However, high the points she made,

There was no friendly acolade.

 

Then, at a Show venue one day,

REX saw his chance and slipped away.

On and on he ran, with but one thought

By Mistress he would not be caught.

Through town and field, woodland and dell,

He ran and ran till darkness fell.

 

Footsore, his weary head he lay

On a farm doorstep, miles away.

Sotrm clouds gathered in the sky

He huddled, with a whimpering cry.

A ray of light shone on his head -

"Come in old boy" a kind voice said.

The farmer gathered him with care

And laid him in his old armchair.

Kindness the dog had never known -

At last he felt he'd found a home.

 

One day by chance the woman found

The farm where REX had gone to ground.

"Give me that dog, he's mine" cried she

REX pressed against the farmer's knee

"Not any longer," he replied.

As the dog, shivering, tried to hide.

The farmer fondled REX's ears;

"Nay lad, tha've no need for thy fears."

Imperious, angry, leash in hand

She faced them, pressing her demand;

Then wavered as she sensed the bond

Which linked them both in friendship fond.

She saw the love in her dog's eyes,

And knew she'd lost the greatest prize.

 

(Author unknown)