COWBOY

COWBOY

We had been looking for a pup
Not sure just what kind
I did not want one that fit in a cup
My son wanted one with great personality!

He came to us just under eight weeks old
His name, Cowboy, we were told
A mix of Lab, Boxer and Pit
Oh my goodness what a mix.

We knew we would have lots of work on our hands
Potty training, walking, and many talks
Yes, good boy, no, don't touch; stop!
Cowboy is learning our demands.

Cowboy is now three months old
Big boy he is, getting bigger and bigger
Growing, learning, testing; becoming more bold
With him getting bigger comes more vigor!

He loves to play tug-a-war
Chew on anything and everything in site
He has his moments where he gets frisky
One might think someone slipped him a whisky!

His coloring is exquisite
Mostly black, some white; touches of brown
His personality is that of a circus clown
I cannot imagine him ever causing me to frown.

Cowboy, Cowboy – oh what a delight
Bringing us much happiness, much joy
You are definitely our delightful boy!

12.7.2020 by Seabreeze




Update: 7.10.2021


We call him Cowboy and so appropriately named
A runner, jumper, twister when on his game
I think he could be a sheep or cattle dog; they would obey
Selecting, cutting out, casting of his prey
It is all part of the job, the work of the day.

Now Cowboy has some peculiar traits
He likes tree leaves and to chew on wood; some he ate
Does not seem to matter the size or kind
But he will give it his best chew and leave a few behind.
And get back to business unless he stumbles across a feline.

Now, about those tree leaves, when they swing in the breeze
Cowboy get excited and jumps with such ease
He jumps so high that he takes the leaves out
I am hoping he won't put one up his snout.
But the jump to gather leaves is what it is all about!

7.10.2021 Seabreeze