thought this was cute for us Dobie lovers

[NikoBrindle]

A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A DOBE

A prick of the ear, a cock of the eye,

A moan, a stretch, a grunt a sigh:

The Dobie awakens to sprawl and flail

Then flap from the nose to the tip of his tail.

A velvety muzzle topped with a nose

That must have been unscrewed and froze

All night in the freezer until screwed back

In the nose socket now rooting your lack

Of personal space. “Get up, get dressed!

Matters most urgent have long since pressed.”

With business all finished, and breakfast laid down

The gamboling dog leaps with the joy of a clown.

His meal is inhaled with fervor most true.

For want of a napkin, your pant leg will do.


While you go to work, he does his work, too

Of napping and sniffing out new things to chew.

And if he’s a good boy, he settles for toys

And tries not to bark or make too much noise.


But if he is naughty and pauses to hear

The bad Dobie angel beside his left ear-

The terrible damage a Dobie can do!

The things he can tear and gnaw and chew!


But good Dobes with toys and training to boot

Will stick with their playthings and not give a hoot

For all the chair legs, shoes and other stuff.

For Dobies with training, the toys are enough.


When the front door opens and the family’s home,

Those velvety ears droop from the knobby dog dome.

The nose is upraised, like a hand seeking alms.

His eyes are alight like a saint singing Psalms.

A clatter of nails and general melee

Of springing and jumping and licking away!

The stumpy tail wags “a mile a minute.”

He nudges for a rubdown until you begin it.

No joy in the world hopes to compare

To that of a dog realizing you’re there.


Fetch in the yard or a walk to the park

Will keep your Dobe dog in the right frame of bark.

His flanks will stay tucked, his ribs won’t be flabby

His temperament will abstain from the crabby.

An exercised Dobe stays happy and lean

And resists the temptation to act snappish and mean.


After his dinner has begun to digest

He settles down slowly for his evening of rest.

He arranges the blankets to suit his needs best--

Like a kind of Doberman puppy-dog nest.


He curls up snug like a lamb or a deer

And tucks his short tail under his rear.


A moan, a groan, a sigh of content:

A Doberman happy his day was well spent.

[sanford7]

I love it!! I had a dobie when I was @ 10 until about 2 months before I got married. He was my dog and worshipped the ground I walked on. He learned so many neat tricks. The best dog!!! Boy does your poem make the memories come back. I havent had another dobie because I know it wont be like Luke. But of course I dream that one day I will have another Luke following me around!

[Lancerella]

Thank you. It is beautiful.
My poor Dobbie doen not have a "stump" of a tail, but he wiggle his butt most of the times I come home, and love, love, love, did I say love to be rubbed under his neck.
I love you Mr.Timber!!!