They asked
if I’m a show dog,
I heard my
Mom say "No".
She said
that I was better,
And didn’t
need to go.
I show my
family that I love them,
With hugs
and kisses true,
With extra
special tenderness,
When one is
sick or blue.
I show my
family that I care,
Almost
every day,
When
strangers pass by our house,
I shoo them
all away.
I show my
family I adore them,
When I
greet them at the door,
With happy
yips and wagging tail,
Who could
ask for any more?
I show my
family that I’m loyal,
And love
them all the same,
When they
make mistakes with me,
Or forget
to play my favourite game.
I show my
kids that I’ll protect them,
When
Monsters come in the night,
I chase
them all out the window,
And cuddle
to ease the fright.
So I may
not be a show dog,
With pretty
hair and bows,
But my
family, they do love me,
And it’s
for them that I do show.
(Marian
Whitley)
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