November 20th 2008 12:38 pm
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His name is Hobo he roams the streets
how he survives is surely a feat.
The junkyards his home, but he rarely is there
he like to come to my doorway and stare.
So I let him in to play with my gang
The morning always starts off with a bang.
First he barks and jumps up and down
he finds all my dogs and they then run around
To the back lot where Winston will rest,
PJ will graze while Roo and Gigi will show us who's best.
Hobo frolics with delight and then he will bow
he wants to show me that he knows how.
He runs interferance when Winston might crash
he trots over there in a flash
Then we go into my office to work
the cats lead the way and hope he won't be a jerk
He seldom scares them but when he does
Kit and Kat will swat at his fluffy brown fuzz.
Hobo leads Winston into the room
and then it's time for all to be groomed.
Its time for their cookies, they can't wait to begin
so one by one they all wander in.
They snack, they sleep they bark when needed
just the way all dogs want to be treated.
At the end of the day it's time to go home.
I always ask Hobo not to roam.
But he is sneaky and can get out of spaces
where the little dogs can barely stick out their faces!
I pen him up with Winston each night,
but Hobo won't stay without a fight.
To the junkyard he feels he must go
and hide in the weeds, keeping real low.
Winston is smart, he stays in his lot
and wouldn't sneak out and make me distraught.
In the morning who arrives with a smile on his face
to my office, and then out back to race?
It's Hobo, that's right Winston's seeing eye dog
who is sure to show up in rain or in fog.
It's the same every day, I love him so
I really wish he never would go.
But he's a hobo and he's set in his ways
maybe he'll change one of these days.
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