The Good Dog

by Duncan Jones

When she traveled far away

Across the foreign land

She wined and dined with many

From the mountains to the sand

She made a hundred new friends

Of the type she’d never guessed

But she missed the most the good dog

The good dog was the best

And when he came to entertain

The weak not feeling well

There were tricks and jokes and cards

And great stories he would tell

But the one who simply stole the show

Who made them laugh, impressed

The star? Of course, the good dog

The good dog was the best

And when she went out running

In the middle of the night

She carried what she needed

And she always brought a light

On occasion there were shadows

But would never come the test

Beside her ran the good dog

And the good dog was the best

And when he circled watching

Every shift in solitude

Sometimes there were sirens, shouts

Sometimes a fight ensued

He responded each time quickly

And he always wore his vest

And with backup came the good dog

And the good dog was the best

And when came time to say goodbye

Was the good dog’s turn to rest ...

They stayed until the very end

Because the good dog was the best

And when sometimes they remember

They may pause or sound obsessed

But it’s because they knew a good dog

And the good dog was the best