There’s a dimension both our doggies know
Embarking on their morn and evening walks
Enticing them where I don’t let them go
And Gyppie most particularly stalks:
Their sense of smell being so much more acute
Than mine, it draws them off our path to sniff
Some pungent rottenness they’d love to loot,
And if I’m not alert, then in a jiff
One’s scarfed it up—most likely it’s big Gyp,
But little Tig snaps many a trifle up
And once she’s latched, she’ll not let loose her grip
And, loot in mouth, she’s one ferocious pup.
We’ve learned it’s better they be fed before
We leash them up and let them out the door.