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Now at last I can relax, since I am in the know, All this silly business of attending all those shows. The car ride and the turn out pen, the “No, you can’t get dirty”, The reprimand outside the ring when all the girls are flirty.
This feeding from the hand, I say, is really for the birds, The brush and comb, my whiskers cut!!! I MUCH prefer to herd. The foolishness is done at last, the silly hectic whirl, Look out world, I am home free, to entertain the girls!
HEY, WAIT!! What is this that I see, this damp and early dawn, The car is loaded, crates are closed, and I can’t go along? What about my special treats? The pats upon the head? The crowd’s applause, my ego trip, when I turn all their heads?
This Championship before my name must carry lots of “clout”, Open up this kennel door and let my body OUT!!
YOU should know there is no way the car can run without me, Whoops ! It isn’t over yet, here comes someone to clout me. Upon approach I note a smile, is something up their sleeve? Perhaps I got my point across that left alone I grieve.
It’s called excessive noise they say, but really all along..... They were just playing games with me, I GET TO GO ALONG!
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