My dog Mugs

by

James Bredin

We’ve got a Labrador dog called Mugs,
Who lacks for nothing even hugs,
She’s not even a real thoroughbred,
She’s a white spot on her chest instead,

The kind of dog who talks with her eyes,
Good enough to win a Nobel prize,
She’s always been hungry all her life,
Tries to sleep between me and my wife.

Sometimes she doesn’t make a lot of sense,
Loves to bark at that dog behind the fence,
Wags her tail when she thinks she’s great,
Lifts her ears as if to start a debate,

She’s been eight years around this place,
And like me she’s getting gray in the face,
But I hope she’s around for many more,
‘cause she adds greatly to our esprit de corps.

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