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Mud

MUD

I met Mud at midnight

On the tenth of July.

The kids, it seems

Brought him home on the sly

Straight from the pound;

He was waiting to die.



A Brittany Spaniel

So lean and strong

You couldn’t go for a walk

He just pulled you along.



To obedience school

Went my daughter and he.

They flunked with an F,

But he didn’t catch fleas.



Fences could not hold him;

He just tunneled under.

Electrical currents

Produced enough thunder

To keep him contained

Until our next blunder.



He jumped and he climbed

Right over the rails.

Once he was gone

You couldn’t follow his trail.



He and his pal

Went out through the pines.

Though they searched through the night

No Mud did they find.



Yet after a fortnight

The phone it did ring

Seems Mud and his pal

Were back in the sting.



Along came a young man

Who captured her heart

When they said their “I do’s”

Mud had a big part



The pictures confirm

That he carried the rings

They placed on their fingers

One summer evening.



They’ve settled down now

In a town by the lake.

Where Mud can go swim

When he chases a drake.



And Mud’s learned to sing

To the tune of the harp.

He howls out loud

But never too sharp.



What joy he has brought

To the people he knows.

He swims in the summers

And slides when it snows.



This is a brief story

Of Mud’s attitude,

His love and devotion

And great gratitude

To people who care

And Mud do include.

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These words woke me up in the middle of the night.
It took awhile to get them just right.

Love ya' Mud.

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