He was a
real nice show dog, but his glory days are through,
And he
gazes out the kennel gate, with nothing much to do.
They're
loading up the van now, 'cause they're going to a show,
But his
showing days are over, and he doesn't get to go.
He watches,
tail a waggin', his eyes as bright as they can get,
As his
crate goes in he wonders why they haven't bathed him yet.
Then your
eyes meet through the kennel fence, and you have to look away,
How are you
going to tell him that he's staying home today?
Retirement,
they call it, now he's in his 'golden years.'
He doesn't
look as old, though, when your eyes are full of tears.
And you
think of all the rosettes, and the Best in Show he won,
And so now
for the first time, you are leaving him behind,
And trying
to convince yourself he doesn't really mind.
He sees the
younger dog get in, and he's looking pretty low,
But there
isn't time to cheer him up, you really have to go.
'Be a good
boy, old dog, this time you have to stay!'
He doesn't
bark or climb the fence, he simply looks away
Just like a
nice old show dog, whose glory days are through,
He gazes
out the kennel gate, with nothing much to do.
Yes, he
used to be a show dog, but the glory doesn't last
And he's
gazing out the kennel gate, remembering the past.
(Cindy L.
Williams)
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