Last weekend on the way home from running a trial, I started to reflect on my time with my dog. Sometimes I get frustrated with our weekend results. All the long days of training while rushing to get home. Is it all worth it? Who knows. But I put something in words that came to mind that I'd like to share.
It's called...
"What Do You Do?"
As I sit here and wonder when our days are through, when God takes your dog...just what do you do?
Who do you wake to when the sun comes up? Or who licks your face like he did as a pup?
Who lays by your feet at your chair each night? Who will you sit with for that next years fall flight?
Who will be there when you load up that boat? Will the ducks that you shoot just lay there and float?
What about that box in the back of your truck? Who's nose will you kiss for all your good luck?
And what about those nerves each time in the blind? Will you walk to the line with no dog behind?
Who will you train for the spring and the fall? Who will come running each time that you call?
Will your kids get to see him as he was in his prime? Or will you only know him and all the great times?
What will happen when your dog isn't here? Just who will you pet on the porch with your beer?
I wish I knew just all of these things. Or should I care to know what these days will soon bring?
One things for sure that time will sure show. There won't be another like this one I know.
You can have all the ribbons, the trophies, the plaques. Just give us these days when I ask for them back.
I just want the days when we walk to line, him up front...yeah that will be fine.
No lead, no collar, no whistle to blow. When I call his name, I'll just watch him go.
And he may run wherever he wants. There won't be a judge to mark down his hunts.
Yeah, I'm sure I will miss him so much and so dear, as he turns 7 sometime this year.
What will I do when our days are done? I surely don't know, but for now it's been fun.
Just him and I all over again, to visit those places we've already been.
So just stop and think when your dogs days are through...
When God takes your dog, just what do you do?
It's called...
"What Do You Do?"
As I sit here and wonder when our days are through, when God takes your dog...just what do you do?
Who do you wake to when the sun comes up? Or who licks your face like he did as a pup?
Who lays by your feet at your chair each night? Who will you sit with for that next years fall flight?
Who will be there when you load up that boat? Will the ducks that you shoot just lay there and float?
What about that box in the back of your truck? Who's nose will you kiss for all your good luck?
And what about those nerves each time in the blind? Will you walk to the line with no dog behind?
Who will you train for the spring and the fall? Who will come running each time that you call?
Will your kids get to see him as he was in his prime? Or will you only know him and all the great times?
What will happen when your dog isn't here? Just who will you pet on the porch with your beer?
I wish I knew just all of these things. Or should I care to know what these days will soon bring?
One things for sure that time will sure show. There won't be another like this one I know.
You can have all the ribbons, the trophies, the plaques. Just give us these days when I ask for them back.
I just want the days when we walk to line, him up front...yeah that will be fine.
No lead, no collar, no whistle to blow. When I call his name, I'll just watch him go.
And he may run wherever he wants. There won't be a judge to mark down his hunts.
Yeah, I'm sure I will miss him so much and so dear, as he turns 7 sometime this year.
What will I do when our days are done? I surely don't know, but for now it's been fun.
Just him and I all over again, to visit those places we've already been.
So just stop and think when your dogs days are through...
When God takes your dog, just what do you do?
