…and this is where my faith lives.
This is its bowl, and here
Is its blanket. I am afraid
We had it neutered. Better safe than sorry!
Any day in the park, you see
All kinds of people with their faiths.
Some large, some small, some pure
Bred – they take them to Crufts,
Spend all their time grooming and training,
Chatting with those who own
Faiths of the same kind, keeping records,
Inbreeding. A lot of weaknesses creep in,
In my view. Mine is a bit of a mongrel
Heinz 57, really. It suits us very well,
But sometimes keeps us awake at night
Barking at shadows.
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