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Working Ranch April/May 2016

toppin’ out MY OLD DOG “Can I bring my dog to heaven?” I asked Him one fi ne day Fearing His reply would be “Son, it don’t work that way.” “I really want my old dog there …should I make the cut. He ain’t a bother, not a barker, Nor some dimwit pup.” “He kinda likes our barn cat, The one we call ‘Magoo’, They tolerate each other, Like cowboys sometimes do.” “Seems always glad to see me, And listens to my day. He sleeps beneath my camp cot And stays out of the way.” But then I got to thinkin’ ‘bout the dog turds in the truck And how the ol’ boy puked upon My bedroll on the bunk. Recall, I did, of how he chewed My spur strap, spankin’ new, And, his poor demeanor With some fellers on the crew. “Hey Lord,” I said, refl ecting on The mess I’d conjured up. “If it’s all the same to you… I think I’ll bring my pup.” Disclaimer: This is the one and only poem I have ever penned, and it came outta nowhere last Tuesday. I promise, I won’t do it again. OK, you can come, but I better not catch you with a mouthful of Angel feathers! 16 I WORKING RANCH I APRIL / MAY 2016


Working Ranch April/May 2016
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