Unemployed Cow-dog in Winter|
She races me from house to barn,
At the start of everyday.
As I check the water and feed the horses,
She tries to help in her own way.
She dashes in to nip a hock,
Then snatches at a tail.
I scold her...
She tries to bait me into playing fetch,
With a grain pan or feed pail.
Five days a week all summer,
We ride at least twenty miles a day.
Now she’s telling me every way she can,
If we aint going to work...
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