Pudsy Our Dog

As a boy i often hunted with her in Matty Owens bog
She was my devoted friend Pudsy the dog
A big dark brown hairy female as tough as barbed wire
With energy for to spare she never seemed to tire

A gift to us from John Pat Riordan when she was twelve weeks old
The story of Pudsy deserves to be told
As a hunting dog and a farm dog though on some of her ways rough
One can say of her that she was good enough

In her prime years she never lost in a dog fight
Most other dogs slunk off when of her they caught sight
Too hairy for other dogs to bite into from a challenge she never backed down
A champion fighting dog west of Millstreet Town

Her hairy coat gave her protection from the rain, frost and cold
And she raised many puppies and lived to be old
To us our dog Pudsy was a source of pride
And there were tears in our household on the day that she died

Of the what used to be the good memories remain
And as a boy i am hunting with Pudsy again
She is chasing a hare in Matty Owens Bog
Our four legged warrior Pudsy the dog.