|Feathers, intent on a squirrel, because the cows, cats and swallows were not available.|
Sticks she won't fetch, won't even blink.
Gives you that stare that only a
workin' dog can.
Them balls better have a big ol
bull on the end of 'em or
she won't even twitch an ear.
A cattle dog can be, at times,
worth her weight in gold.
A true workin' dog.
They say a Border Collie can learn
over ten thousand words,
all I know for sure is she is picky.
"Walk em up" those play jus fine.
"Gettim to the gate" does well too.
Fetch, or play - a blank look. No way!
She knows the words alright, from
dirty dog to no poop to get'em
even when they are out of sight.
She's focussed, maybe a little too.
If it ain't cows she's chasing a few
barn swallows or cat's will do.
She's a lovely gal, all red and white,
with flavorful splashes of green manure
to 'scent' up your room at night.
My Feather gal is pretty bright,
but like a laser beam she's tight
to the point with no vary in sight.
There's dogs more loyal, true,
There's even some smarter
(altho' I'm not saying who)
There's dogs who can do tricks
an some who can do math and such
but no one can run em down like her.
No other tail flying, tongue lolling,
narrowed down at the eyes intent
can match my gal a working.
Sleeping by the door she's rank,
that's horse and calf poop today
like a perfumer she blends the scent
An my poor nose suffers but my
feet are getting soft and my walks short
cause she's like a remote control dog.
You can stand on the deck, jus'
point and shout, she knows what to do
an you can sit back really easy.
She has a look she gives, an it ain't nice,
but it says, so loud and clear, in your face,
"what are you stupid? I don't play...
"I'm a workin' dog an I got no time for this
puppy frolickin and such. Give me a tailed end
and one with horns and we'll getti'm good!'
(Dedicated to my best cattle dog who came from rescue and my worst poop roller Feathers)
Copyright 2011 Shanyn Silinski