I breathe in the pure air
I chase hoppy things
Is there anything more enriching
A dogs life can bring?

No metal prisons
To lock me away
With my handler and fields
I so love each day

I once lived in darkness
Now I share blinding light
With humans whos caring
Give me utter delight

I've just woken up
So I'll have to go
To see if MY Fields are still green
Or covered in snow

You look in my eyes
Tell me what do you see?
The bright lights of Christmas
Fairies dancing will glee

I must admit
It's a beautiful time
Sadly not so SOMETIMES!!!
For your friend and mine

This little bundle of joy
Is NOT a one day toy
She needs caring
For ALL of her life

Once the novelty gone
When she's biting toes
Will you love her, or,
Pray that she goes?

They live in our hearts
When Christmas Day starts
They MUST live there
The whole of their lives

When you hear sleigh bells ring
Listen to Choiristers sing
Of, 'The Child'
Who will care for us ALL.

Think hard and long
On this day
Don't give Puppy away
When Santa gave her
He MEANT her stay.

Not for a week
Nor a month
Or a year
He hoped her complete life
Would be lived with no fear

Please give to her
What she'll give to you
Absolute loyalty
And a devotion that's TRUE.

Polly's Aberfeldy Walk

Neath a snow covered mountian
Stands Polly dog
See searches the sky
Thankfully no sign of fog

Off we all go
Happily walking along
Pollys nose it picks up
A totally different song

It's the song of the wild
Of the blue mountain hare
She thinks if she chases
All those strangers would stare

At a little black dog
Running flat out up the hill
Not giving a damn
About the cold mountain chill

She just runs ahead
For we are too slow
Having only two legs
As opposed to her four

Sometimes when Polly's sleeping
She lets out a sigh
I wonder if she remembers
The snow covered mountains
Neath a blue Scottish sky,

Munro Girls

Some people say
We have our heads in the clouds
They are actually right
That's no messing about

Myself and Amber
Have walked in the clouds
Our bright orange cagoules
Make sure we stand out

What a heady occupation
Being a canine can be
Will I follow Amber
or she follow me?

It ain't at all easy
I've no wish to gloat
My second cousin removed
Is a PURE Mountian Goat

Amidst the mist and drizzle
It's not easy to see
That's why I watch out for Amber and she looks out for me.

Our legs are now tired
What a great day we've had
We'll both have a sleep
Leaving the driving to Dad