A Boy And His Dog.
These thoughts are dedicated to Lucy, Ruthie, Tux, Roxy and Little Jimmy.
In July of this past year our oldest grandson, Seth and his girlfriend, Natalia got a dog they named Tux.
I imagine that in the lives of most all of us there has been that special dog. Generally they affected us much more than what was realized at the time.
It’s tough on a dog when his boy grows up
When he no longer romps and frolics like a pup
It’s tough on a dog when his boy gets old
When they no longer cuddle on his bed when it’s cold
It’s tough on a dog when his boy gets tall
When he’s off with the boys playing soccer and baseball
They no longer paddle through the mud in the bog
Hoping to find a stray turtle or frog
They no longer run through the grass up to their knees
Or roll in the piles of fresh fallen leaves
It’s tough on a dog when his boy gets tall
When’s he’s off to school, looking at girls in the hall
It’s tough on a dog when he has work to do
When he forgets to play as he used to
It’s tough on a dog when instead of woods or field or pond
The boy becomes a man… and the man is gone
-Jean W. Sawtell
All names at the beginning are just dogs to some, but mean much more to those in my family.
July 16, 2012
Keep on,
Larry Adamson