Posted 05-25-2004 at 15:01:50
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She came to us just six months old, an almost pure-bred Chow;
Don Novak thought we needed her, and I remember, now,
The way she didn't care for us at all, when she arrived.
Anita Novak held her loyalty. That love survived.
Brandy finally figured out that she was stuck with us,
But any time Anita came, she'd really raise a fuss.
Once she had to go and spend some seven months with them
Because she tried to tear our neighbor's lap-dog limb from limb.
People wouldn't mess around, with Brandy on patrol;
They'd ask us please to put her up, and keep her in control.
She growled at baby Amber once; Cliff kicked her for her sin:
She never barked or growled at any little child again.
Folks would come to visit and they'd bring a dog along
But if we'd try to pet it, Brandy thought we'd done her wrong.
She'd disappear awhile, to punish our unfaithful ways...
And even when she came back home, she'd pout and sulk for days.
Just the fastest barn cats could exist, with Brandy here.
Her best magic trick was making farm cats disappear.
We'd pull up the driveway, and away that dog would run
In search of any cat to chase (her warped idea of fun).
Brandy's been completely deaf for longer than a year.
Her bladder hasn't worked too well; we knew the end was near.
We came home from traveling and found out she'd been hit;
A passing car had finally made it Brandy's time to quit.
Oh, she was still alive, but she could barely walk at all.
She hid beneath the renter's porch, not answering our call.
Cliff got out the rifle and he made the kindest choice:
"She didn't know what hit her," he explained, with muted voice.
Now we do not have a dog, and I don't really know
If we should have another one... I like to travel so.
I will not go out searching, but if one should come our way
And work its way into my heart... I guess I'd let it stay.