i read this in the Saint Fancier and thought yoall might enjoy it.
As far and wide as I can see,
There's just one kind of dog for me.
A dog so big and strong and sweet,
I'm forced to hug him when we meet
This dog;s been known in times of old,
To save poor souls lost in the cold.
He'd cuddle up and keep them warm,
When they'd been stranded in a storm.
"His face looks sad," most foclks would say,
But he does love to romp and play.
This dog will drool and slime your clothes,
It's no big deal, his owner knows.
The clother will wash all nice and clean,
No need to fuss or make a scene.
His fur will shed all o'er the floor,
Just sweep it up--therewill be more.
The food he eats could feed a horse,
He'll eat and want another course.
With all the work and time you take,
There's just one thing, make no mistake.
This dog will be your friend for life,
In times of good and times of strife.
This dog I keep with fond regard,
This dog I love - my St. Bernard.
by Debbie Rodina
