General Poetry posted December 13, 2023

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A day in the life of our loveable labrador, Dutch

Tae A Dug

by Terry Reilly

Big, black, slobberin' waggie-tailie beastie

Nae need for panic in thy breastie

Tha maun no fear I widnae feed thee

at breakfast time;

To cheat yer whame o' morsels rich and beefy

wid be a crime.

The cupboard doors yer tail is beating

Yer rheumy een are softly pleading

Yer empty bowl some grub is needing

I'll fill it now;

And while yer inner dug you're feeding

I'll tak a bow.

And noo, tae me, ye seem contented

Yer trust in me has no' been dented

The bond twixt dug and man cemented

wi' gloopy slop.

Ye scoffed it like a dug demented,

left no a drop.

It's time tae dauner oot the door

Tae shuffle, snuffle and explore

Until ye can resist no more -

yer bools explode!

And - SPLODGE - upon the grassy floor

ye drap yer load.

Yer maister isnae cock-a-hoop

He kens he maun retrieve yer poop

He scrapes it up wi' trusty scoop

and plops it in a plakky bag.

And soon abune the bin he'll stoop

tae jettison the mingin' clag.

Yer walkies can no longer wait

Ye lollop aff wi' shamblin' gait

Strain at the leash, don't hesitate

head for the moor,

Where scary coos wi' strident moos exarcebate

the fears that mak ye insecure.

A throaty growl, a token bark

Ye hope ye may have made yer mark

Alas, it's a' been wasted wark

still nearer dae they congregate;

What mair can one dug dae tae spark

unease among the ungulate.

Recoil, retreat then slink away

And live tae bark another day

Tonight the moon will hear ye bay
whilst in yer sleep

Wi' bovine chums ye bravely play

and canine self-respect ye keep.

Ye love tae chase yer scabby ba'

An' whyles ye may chase cats an' a'

Some doggies, too, if they be sma'

an' no sae bold;

Yer teeth are bared yer bark is braw

they dinna ken yer blood runs cold.

Cometh the dug cometh the hour

It's time to face up to yer shower

Sae body, tail an' limbs - a' fower
can be hosed clean

Tae rid yer sticky for o' sweat and glaur
an' maybe parasites unseen.

We're sure ye maistly love us, Dutch

Save when we leave ye in the lurch

Tae go to work or shops or Church

yer plaintive whine's

Replaced by grateful joy - sae much

when we return at dinner time.

Afore ye turn in for the night

An' daytime memories tak flight

Ye settle doon by firelight

beside the telly;

Yer hert no longer senses fright

repletion warm consoles yer belly.

Good night, sleep well auld doggy friend

Ye've got nae vim left tae expend

May peaceful dreams a' worries end

an' banish sorrow;

An' slumber reinvigoration send

sae ye can dae it a' again tomorrow.

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A day in the life of our loveable labrador, Dutch

Tae A Dug

by Terry Reilly

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