“L” Plater Sheep Dog
He is such a lovely little fellow with bright tawny coloured eyes,
he has come to live with Aunty t’was supposed to be a surprise.
He needed to have a proper name as his baby days were over,
smiling she took him in her arms exclaiming …I’ll call him Rover
To house him safe at night a small yard was selected,
to keep him secure, warm and quiet a comfortable kennel we erected.
The din that fluffy scrap put up would shame a rock and roll band,
the howling, yapping and the yowling was really quiet profound.
With morning came release allowing him to run and play,
the beginning of training as a sheep dog and my, what a harrowing day.
A frightened yelp, our hearts stood still …Please! … He couldn’t be down there.
Into the sludge pit I look … and into two terrified little eyes I stare.
Laying full length … not causing a slide … just reaching little front paws,
a gentle tug, some whispered words, and from danger the puppy withdraws.
A hosing down, a towel rub … and the chill slowly abates,