Surrounded By A Street Breed

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Surrounded By A Street Breed

(It's A Dogs Life)

By Paul McCann

The street where I live resembles a pound,

after a while you get used to the sound.

They bark at the kids they bark at the bus,

each house has at least one dog, except us.

The two dogs next door are Prince and Rover,

have chewed every football we've kicked over

The faithful dog behind us on a chain,

howls at the moon and every passing train.

I saw the back of the Ute dog today,

it wasn't click clacked up tight in the tray.

The Ute dog yelped out as the car stopped quick,

it then tried to give it's poor paws a lick.

The dog with no tail is easily led,

garbage night is when it gets fed.

Then there's the guard dogs by the side fence,

I wish people could show some common sense.

Two huge dogs in a small yard just don't fit,

they get paranoia, we pay for it.

A dogs life round here means getting restrained,

I think some dog owners need to be trained.

In our street all the dogs are left alone.

I wish someone would give them a good home.

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