Pudsy

I still recall our old cattle dog Pudsy We got her from John Pat Riordan as an eight week old A black and tan she was as tough as leather She'd sleep out in the frost and not be cold. A grand daughter of Jack our old brown war dog And Pudsy too was one who loved a fight She never lost a scrap she was too hairy No other dog into her flesh could bite. As a cattle dog than Pudsy there was better Off of the cow's tail she always used to swing And due to her some cows had their tails bloodied And a bleeding tail is not a pleasant thing. She was more of a fighting dog and hunter And she often took a badger on alone She had a heart to match her fighting courage And as a fighting dog she became known. Though hit by a car she lived to be an old dog And despite her poor balance she got around And she even was in dog fights in her old age And i never see her once pinned to the ground. I still recall our old cattle dog Pudsy Though she died more than thirty years ago She was as tough as leather and a fighter And she even slept out in the frost and snow.