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Tibby, The Wonder Dog
 
I don't know where Tibby came from
but his origins were clear.
A terrier was Tibby,
black on white with perky ear.
I was probably eleven,
give or take another year,
when Tibby joined our family;
this little dog was a dear.

Mum baked biscuits by the hundreds,
old wood stove , in stifling heat.
She had so many children,
had to make so much to eat.
The last tray she would singe a bit
and put them to the side,
cool and put them in a special box
and from us she would hide.
They were Tibby's special biscuits
when he deserved a treat.
He would stand with head and ears erect,
waiting for his 'something sweet'

He'd many tricks that Tibby
and such a clever hound.
When the circus came to town and left,
our dog could not be found.
Two weeks later, down the track
he came limping weakly home,
with little paws all bleeding
and his muzzle wet with foam.
The next town the 'Big Top' went to
was a hundred miles away.
That brave little animal made it,
we were overjoyed that day!

Tibby's gone but we remember,
as you do with canine friends.
Their time with us is fleeting
but the sweetness never ends.





By cherryk

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