| THE BRINDLE DOG |
| THE BRINDLE DOG |
| The Brindle Dog There once lived an overgrown kid near our lot, Who owned a large mongrel whose name I've forgot. The boy was a bully, his dog was the same, And they both used their size to play a mean game . All the kids in the neighborhood feared this tough nut, As the house dogs for blocks feared his oversized mutt. Toy Poodles, or Collies, or Terriers small, Made no difference, the big cur could handle them all. The pair soon were famous, their game they played well, For they had every dog near the tracks cut to hell. One day a new family took the house down the street, They owned a trim brindle dog with white blaze and white feet. His eyes were quite small, his muzzle looked strong, His low carried tail was fine pointed, not long. He carried himself with a confident air, On the street he'd pass dogs as if they weren't there. A few telltale scars on his shoulders and head, Told a mute story better than if it was read. Fifty pounds of spring steel, he was quick as a cat, And he'd fight if he had to, at the drop of a hat. Then one day in spring down by the kids hut, The big bully came, and behind him his mutt. The two dogs stood rigid and to my surprise, The yellow cur was twice the brindle dog's size. The big dog moved in, but his jaws snapped on air, The thing he had lunged at, well it just wasn't there. A clever side step had avoided his jump, Something clamped on his throat, he went down with a thump. He tried to break loose, he was fighting in fear, His head it was pounding, couldn't see, couldn't hear. His wind was cut off, he was beaten and through, And the big kid astounded, felt he'd had enough too. When they got "Brindle" off, "Yellow" got to his feet, And with tail between legs weakly went down the street. Now I wonder if anyone reading this creed, Could tell me what was the brindle dogs breed. Dawnrest L.R. LeManquais |
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| The Brindle Dog There once lived an overgrown kid near our lot, Who owned a large mongrel whose name I've forgot. The boy was a bully, his dog was the same, And they both used their size to play a mean game . All the kids in the neighborhood feared this tough nut, As the house dogs for blocks feared his oversized mutt. Toy Poodles, or Collies, or Terriers small, Made no difference, the big cur could handle them all. The pair soon were famous, their game they played well, For they had every dog near the tracks cut to hell. One day a new family took the house down the street, They owned a trim brindle dog with white blaze and white feet. His eyes were quite small, his muzzle looked strong, His low carried tail was fine pointed, not long. He carried himself with a confident air, On the street he'd pass dogs as if they weren't there. A few telltale scars on his shoulders and head, Told a mute story better than if it was read. Fifty pounds of spring steel, he was quick as a cat, And he'd fight if he had to, at the drop of a hat. Then one day in spring down by the kids hut, The big bully came, and behind him his mutt. The two dogs stood rigid and to my surprise, The yellow cur was twice the brindle dog's size. The big dog moved in, but his jaws snapped on air, The thing he had lunged at, well it just wasn't there. A clever side step had avoided his jump, Something clamped on his throat, he went down with a thump. He tried to break loose, he was fighting in fear, His head it was pounding, couldn't see, couldn't hear. His wind was cut off, he was beaten and through, And the big kid astounded, felt he'd had enough too. When they got "Brindle" off, "Yellow" got to his feet, And with tail between legs weakly went down the street. Now I wonder if anyone reading this creed, Could tell me what was the brindle dogs breed. Dawnrest L.R. LeManquais |
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