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  Oh darn, I'm dejected,
my gosh but I'm sad,
my obedience dog
is driving me MAD.

When we practice at home...
why, he works like a dream,
puts on a performance
that rates high esteem.

His recalls are groovy,
he "drops" like a flash,
he fronts with precision,
what more could I ask?

The high jump he clears
with increadible flair,
the dumbbell held high
as he soars through the air.

The broad jump's no challenge,
he clears it with ease,
as he soars on high
just as smug as you please.

On sits and on downs, well...
he's BETTER than steady,
doesn't move one iota,
doesn't sniff or get heady.

But then comes the day
that we enter a trial,
He's NON COMPUS MENTUS,
completely SENILE!

He bombed on the heeling,
the "recall" no better,
and THEN on the "down"
he made love to a Setter.

So then as I stand
looking grey as a stone,
I utter out loud,
"Well, he works great at home."

From the judges' expression,
he thinks I'm insane,
for no dog has acted
quite so inane.

From this I have come
to one brilliant conclusion,
my dog rates first place
in the art of illusion.

This obedience poem was printed in the November, 1999 issue of "Off Leash" the First Dog Training Club of Northern New Jersey.

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