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<description>Dogster diary for the dog Winston - Harpur's Winston Cup</description>
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<copyright>Copyright 2009 by Winston - Harpur's Winston Cup &amp; Dogster</copyright>
<pubDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 16:07:12 PST</pubDate>
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				<pubdate>Sun, 21 Sep 2008 13:26:23 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Winston - Harpur's Winston Cup ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Winstons Poem

I’m big, I’m brown, I’m blind and fat 
I know I know, some don’t like that. 

I  ...</description>

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I’m big, I’m brown, I’m blind and fat 
I know I know, some don’t like that. 

I used to be thin and pretty fit 
I was also young and was lovin it. 

Now I’m stocky and cannot see 
My job is much harder than it used to be. 

I watch our shop. If intruders should come 
Growling real loud, I make them run. 

They see my teeth that shine in the light 
And know that they are in for a fight. 

They don’t know that I am blind 
And that if they got close, I’d be in a bind. 

So I won’t tell them, I’ll let them think 
I’ll eat them up before they can blink. 

When the family comes back and opens the door 
I’ll be napping on the floor 

They won’t know the work I’ve done 
Or how I made that robber run. 

But they love me cuddle me and hug me hard 
They put my pictures in the Christmas card. 

I’m their boy their big protector 
Who once got noticed by a movie director. 

Things are better than where I used to be 
In a place called Compton, running free. 

I had no home I ran the streets 
Until a fireman I happened to meet 

He took me home and took care of me 
Until he found my family to be. 

They took me in, gave me home 
They even gave me a bunch of bones. 

I’ve got a house, a yard and toys 
I think I’m a lucky boy. 

I’m worth my weight in kibble they say 
We haven’t been robbed since I came to stay. 

I’m important, I guess its true. 
Don’t make me get all mushy on you. 

Just walk me feed me let me play 
And I’ll keep watch everyday.]]></content:encoded>
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