Friday, April 22, 2011

Ol' Cowdog

Oh, that ol' cowdog,
He got lost in the fog;
Took him a day and a half
To find that darn calf.
He certainly was loyal,
But a pain he was royal.
In the back you would think he would ride,
But not this one, he preferred to drive.
Fell out of the back that first day.
After that he just said, "No way."
So I had to scoot him from behind the wheel;
My seat he was determined to steal.
There is nothing like an ol' cowdog, you see;
Never a woman so true could be.
He pines for you when you are away,
And beside you he will always stay.
So forget about your Poodles and Pekingese,
And go out and get you one of these.
Never a truer friend will there be
Than a good ol' cowdog, you'll see.

Carol Darlene Owens (c) 2007

1 comment:

  1. This poem was written before a family reunion when my husband, Stanley, was asked to read some "cowboy poetry". It is a tribute to our dog, Sully, and a dedication to our past dogs, Festus and Pete. Hope you enjoy!