Here at Human Granny's we have been been going through the cupboards and Gail found a poem, one she was fond of as a child but had forgotten all about:
Lone Dog Irene McLeod I'm a lean dog, a keen dog, a wild dog and lone, I'm a rough dog, a tough dog, hunting on my own! I'm a bad dog, a mad dog, teasing silly sheep; I love to sit and bay the moon and keep fat souls from sleep. I'll never be a lap dog, licking dirty feet, A sleek dog, a meek dog, cringing for my meat. Not for me the fireside, the well-filled plate, But shut the door and sharp stone and cuff and kick and hate. Not for me the other dogs, running by my side, Some have run a short while, but none of them would bide. O mine is still the lone trail, the hard trail, the best, Wide wind and wild stars and the hunger of the quest.
I'm sure you are eagerly awaiting my opinions on the literary merits of these three short verses.
Well it is my considered view that this Ms McLeod has set up what I believe is known as a 'false antithesis'. As anyone has met me will already be aware, it is quite possible both to be a lean, tough dog AND a lap dog. Oh and by the way, what is wrong with a well-filled plate?
Other than that, I guess the poem is fine.
Why is Gail saying perhaps stick to the science Bertie?
Hi, I'm Bertie, a wire-haired fox terrier pup. I live with Gail in Aberdeen, Scotland. An old Westie called Hamish used to live here but he died on 18th February 2010 (exactly the same day I was born). People tell me that he used to have a blog and that I have big pawprints to fill. That's a bit too much responsibility for a very young puppy - and anyway, I intend to make my own mark!
(Gail says that Hamish could certainly have taught me a thing or two about marking stuff....)