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The ‘Dog' was bred and trained for fighting;
given to me . . . .in a time of war;
loyal to me . . . .to any degree -
we fought. . . . and traveled. . . .afar:
Through jungles and swamps, over mountains we ‘tromped'
till the fighting was over and done.
I trusted my life. . .in peril and strife;
my love . . .in the end. . . he had won!
When they told me the news. . . that he could be mine,
to keep him - my heart jumped for joy!
My wife was now pregnant - a joy all it's own;
our first . . . . .I hoped. . . . . .was a boy.
My wife had our baby, but it was so sad-
through labor in childbirth she died.
The baby was saved, and all through the night-
‘Dog' . . . . and I . . . . .both cried.
I moved to the mountains - a cabin for three:
just the baby, ‘Dog', and me.
‘Dog'like a guardian quickly became,
The best . . . .I ever. . . . did see-
No matter what happened, in trouble or strain,
‘Dog' . . . . always acted. . . The same.
He guarded the baby - as it were his own;
like a Mother. . . ‘Dog'. . . . became.
But one day while hunting, far out in the woods-
I realized. . . . . .the time I'd forgot;
neglected to remember, the baby and ‘Dog'-
for hours . . . .food . . . .they had not.
I came home astonished. . . . .the stillness was strange,
the place. . . . was a terrible. . . . .wreck!
‘Dog' on the porch , raised his leg, and I saw!-
blood . . . . .on his paws . . . .and neck.
Searching and Screaming!. . . . . I ran all about
as I looked for the baby, in vain-
Blinded by fear, I could only see ‘Dog'
the blood . . . . hot rage. . . and pain!
Then rushing inside quickly - over the mantle
the shotgun. . . .loaded. . . I found;
dashed back to the porch in wild frenzy of thought;
I needed. . . . just one . . . . single round!!!!
‘Dog' with sad doleful eyes, sat so still,
He patiently awaited the un-wavering Kill!
Then as I squeezed. . . . and fired the shot-
his love . . . and loyalty . . .I forgot.
The trigger was pulled and I couldn't have stopped-
far too late was my desperate. . . try;
while hearing the shot, in echo I caught:
A tiny . . . . Baby's . . . .cry---???
I rushed to the bedroom, flung open the door-
most certain the sound came from there!
And found my young son. . . in the dresser drawer;
un-harmed. . . . was every. . . . .hair.
I grabbed up my Son! . . . and bolted back where -
in a pool. . .on the porch. . . . there ‘Dog' lay.
Obedient he'd been, to the very end-
in death . . . . to my . . . . . dismay.
The blood left a trail from his neck and paw
t'ward the end of the porch. . . . .then I saw !
The blood had come from wolves, he'd fought!
They wounded . . . his neck . . . and paw.
My heart nearly BURST!. . . . .My tears flowed like rain;
in pain. . . . .I analyzed. . . . . each track;
‘Dog' hid my son, before the battle he fought,
then KILLED . . . the whole . . . .wolf pack!!!!!
My Son's now grown. . . and he does own:
a dog whose breed's the same,
but none Loved more. . . . than saved my son;
‘Dog' . . . . .was his only. . . . name!
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