Fiona's Brindle Boys - Jack

We’re Fiona’s ‘Brindle Boys’—not one, not two but three!
We all have tales we’d like to tell—are you sitting comfortably?

Hi—I’m Jack—Jack's Fox that’s me—I was born in ninety-four
Sullane Castle was my sire—and I’m Irish to be sure!
At Wembley track and at Hall Green is where I used to race
But before I’d reached the age of four—I couldn’t stand the pace;
So I retired and ten months passed—then Fiona chose this lad
And since I came to live with her what super fun we’ve had.
There are loads of things that I enjoy—now where shall I begin?
I’m always on the lookout for a puddle to lie in!
I think I heard you ask me what my ideal day would be?
I’d go to the woods at the crack of dawn and chase squirrels up the trees
Then I’d eat a hearty breakfast, with my favourite food—sardines
A soothing groom, a bone, a snooze—in the land of doggie dreams.
When I awoke I’d meet my friends and we’d go off ‘a walking’
And in the fields I’d bark and bark—that’s just my way of talking
Then dinnertime would come around and my day is nearly done
There’s just some time left for my Mum—to lie and rub my tum.
I love to run across the fields I’ve been known to disappear!
Tho’ I’m not deaf, I must confess—I choose the things I hear.
But I know how to please my Mum when I’ve been on a ‘spree’
If I run to her and wag my tail—she’s no longer cross with me!
There aren’t too many things I hate but having baths is one
And chasing cats is not allowed—but it can be so much fun!
I used to have a sheepskin toy with which I used to play -
I’d squeak it quite excitedly when my Mum went away
But the moment she came back again, you wouldn’t hear a sound
Cos I’d stop squeaking straightaway and stop carrying it around.
I try so very hard to please—my Mum knows this is true
Though I can be independent I’m very loyal too!

Well that’s all from me—here’s my pal George, he’s like an older brother
Would you believe in our racing days we ran against each other?
We never thought our paths would cross—once more would we two meet
Our Mum loves us so very much we’ve fallen on our feet!

© 2002 Judy Zatonski, reproduced with permission
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