Veirdoffus Chuben… who needs it!
I have so many stories all of them true
most about dogs, as I’ve had a few.
From shepherds to dobies and a mixture or two.
Let me start with our shepherd,
who had a friend Benjy,
a beagle he knew.
Our dog was named, Veirdoff, one of a kind.
My mother named him or he’d be left behind.
It’s a deal that we made, to take him home.
That big pawed puppy, if only we’d known.
“So who needs it?” Is the translation, you see;
a name he would carry without shame.
Veirdoff was a smart one, yet dumb in some ways.
When his friends came to call, he bolted like the wind.
This cute puppy grew to a beast of a dog
so his friends learned to use his strength.
Let me explain a thing or two
before I divulge, what he did.
One day he came home with a large gash
on his nose that didn’t seem to bother him.
He didn’t complain, but we called anyway.
His vet said to use, blah, blah from the house
and it would heal, quickly, without a bandaid.
To our dismay the lesion remained
without getting any better.
Just when we, were going to call for
an appointment; he was spotted, across our lawn.
We watched as Benjy and a new friend
got out of the way, for Veirdoff.
Lo and behold, there was our dog, brave as can be,
removing a metal garbage lid with his nose.
From our neighbor’s, trash can, no less.
Yes, he used his nose to lift off the lid,
then he put his front paws on the side
of the pail, to tip it.
As soon as it tipped, Benjy and friend
dove in for buffet, while Veirdoff stood
guard, behind them.
We watched his escapade
from start to finish
not a scrap did he have
in his mouth.
We opened the door and called him;
his buddies ran, leaving him alone
to face the doggie music.
Of course he could’t clean the mess they made
so we picked up the smelly garbage remains.
There’s many a story to be told about Veirdoff,
our big boned shepherd, a pooch to behold!