Darling Beth
Trot trot trot, on my walk
Steady, regular, but whoops there’s a smell than can’t be ignored
Sudden side track.
Even better, it may be something that can be eaten, if I’m quick.
Trot, trot. Pardon? I can hear you saying something
But my ears don’t seem to work when my nose does
And I love my nose.
It takes me to rabbit poo, cow poo, carcases and horse poo, yum.
Adrenalin. In the morning I could smell his excitement, smell his clothes
I knew we were going to work, he was my mate
He was proud of me
I quartered, stopped, sat, swam, went back, left, right, whatever he said.
Dashing left and right. My eyes used to guide me, watching pheasants fly and drop
Watching my dad direct me, we were a great team
I always watched him
And at the end of the day I got warm milk and a raw egg, just him and me.
Our time, stop time. I loved my dad.
We used to sit out under the stars, and I was wrapped up in a warm coat
On a lap, I slept, warm, content, loved,
And was carried to bed on my blanket, put straight to bed and tucked up.
On a lap and Flop, I was good at flopping and being a dead weight when I wanted
Latterly not too good on my back, after my little op
But a cuddle, always
Or special time on the bed, next to dad.
Holidays. Our second home was a paradise island with treats galore, even a pond.
Dad always wondered why we begged at home
Little tit bits
Dinner left overs, the sofa, my own chair, the fire, true slumber.
Worry. I never liked to be left on my own, I always wanted to be with dad
I didn’t sleep for long, just in case he disappeared, I needed to know.
I always followed
I started a single bark, just so he knew I knew!
Favourites. Dad often told me I was his favourite, his special girl.
I always tried to please him, coz I wanted to be brainy, I was a tough cookie!
We had such fun
But I also did my own thing whenever I could get away with it.
Goodbye. So, it’s time for me to go, you knew this time would come
Thank you for the cuddles, the brushes, the walks, the fires, the beds, the food,
The fun, the chases, the birds, the poo – of all varieties,
And for Holly my ever-young daughter. Please love her like you did me, in her isolation.
Remember me. For the mischievous Beth I was, picking the balls off the seminal cake
Rolling in Fox Poo whenever I could, or even better cow poo
Eating horse poo and sicking it up, perfectly formed in front of customers.
Getting in to the kitchen and stealing - anything, spreading porridge all around the room.
But best of all, the fun times my dad and I had.
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Steady, regular, but whoops there’s a smell than can’t be ignored
Sudden side track.
Even better, it may be something that can be eaten, if I’m quick.
Trot, trot. Pardon? I can hear you saying something
But my ears don’t seem to work when my nose does
And I love my nose.
It takes me to rabbit poo, cow poo, carcases and horse poo, yum.
Adrenalin. In the morning I could smell his excitement, smell his clothes
I knew we were going to work, he was my mate
He was proud of me
I quartered, stopped, sat, swam, went back, left, right, whatever he said.
Dashing left and right. My eyes used to guide me, watching pheasants fly and drop
Watching my dad direct me, we were a great team
I always watched him
And at the end of the day I got warm milk and a raw egg, just him and me.
Our time, stop time. I loved my dad.
We used to sit out under the stars, and I was wrapped up in a warm coat
On a lap, I slept, warm, content, loved,
And was carried to bed on my blanket, put straight to bed and tucked up.
On a lap and Flop, I was good at flopping and being a dead weight when I wanted
Latterly not too good on my back, after my little op
But a cuddle, always
Or special time on the bed, next to dad.
Holidays. Our second home was a paradise island with treats galore, even a pond.
Dad always wondered why we begged at home
Little tit bits
Dinner left overs, the sofa, my own chair, the fire, true slumber.
Worry. I never liked to be left on my own, I always wanted to be with dad
I didn’t sleep for long, just in case he disappeared, I needed to know.
I always followed
I started a single bark, just so he knew I knew!
Favourites. Dad often told me I was his favourite, his special girl.
I always tried to please him, coz I wanted to be brainy, I was a tough cookie!
We had such fun
But I also did my own thing whenever I could get away with it.
Goodbye. So, it’s time for me to go, you knew this time would come
Thank you for the cuddles, the brushes, the walks, the fires, the beds, the food,
The fun, the chases, the birds, the poo – of all varieties,
And for Holly my ever-young daughter. Please love her like you did me, in her isolation.
Remember me. For the mischievous Beth I was, picking the balls off the seminal cake
Rolling in Fox Poo whenever I could, or even better cow poo
Eating horse poo and sicking it up, perfectly formed in front of customers.
Getting in to the kitchen and stealing - anything, spreading porridge all around the room.
But best of all, the fun times my dad and I had.
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