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.