The old dog had passed away,she was thirteen years of age
she was such a crazy dog, leaving hearts with empty page
We did mourn but always knew, that we could not live without
We should choose another breed, for we would compare no doubt
After looking here and there, there this huntingdog popped up
Way up North we had some luck, cause they had this darling pup
Out of nine we had to choose, hard to do they all were sweet
But we finally picked one, to our hearts she reached indeed
By car we took her with us, for a long five hour drive
She slept a bit and played also, her teeth sharp as a knife
Tsjip her name (the Conqueror), I saw in an old Dutch book
Fast we came to understand, serious her name she took
And a conqueror she was, pry to extend her borders
Looking innocent and so, but disobeying orders
In the garden I did work, put some plants in here and there
To found out after a while, they were scattered everywhere
What I put in she pulls out, no effect did have my call
She was such a joyfull pup, life for her was just a ball
We put her behind a fence, to protect her from the street
Took her about five minutes, showing she was hard to beat
She had no heart for fences, but would like to roam about
As she spoke to me I tell you, that her voice was clear and loud
I raised to her my finger, pointing out that she should stay
But Tsjip smiled at me and thought, well I might, maybe some day
It will take some time to read, if I'd told you all she did
Never knew dogs with humor, this one has, I must admit
She can open the backdoor, from within and from outside
Not a problem during day, but she does it too at night
Many hours roaming fields, chasing wildlife so to speak
Many miles to both our cars, as we drove out there to seek
And then those seven seatbelts, we did loose on her account
Locking in was not for her, was what pighead lady found
She just chewed them up she did, on the moments unaware
Then we locked her in a cage, wich she thought was real unfair
She got used to it and now, she just loves her cage to sleep
The new seatbelts we've put in, stay there finally to keep
When she was eleven months, we got an arousing call
Her sister placed somewhere else, was not doing well at all
She had not been accepted, by the old dog that lived there
The lady who had bought her, well she really did not care
In asylum she was put and I could not bear the thought
For their caracter was sweet, so a second dog we bought
When I fetched her there I saw, a small heap of misery
Bold on legs and bones stuck out, saddest dog I ever see
Put she was almost her life, in the garage and was bound
She was crated in the night, so she would not mess around
That's where the bold legs came from, cause she scratched them to get out
I just cried when I heard this and forgive me, cursed outlout
So we did take care of her, but it took her lots of days
to get used to loving care ,softly with her tail she sways
She is such a lovely dog, she deserves a better life
not in darkness of a crate, not that daily need to strife
She got sick at three years age, almost died before my eyes
in the hospital she went, in a cage ten times her size
Addison her sickness called, has to take a lot of pills
Need to take them all her life, otherwise the sickness kills
I don't mind of what it costs, it's our duty to take care
It's only a dog I know, but she has so much to share
And seeing them together, playing and having a ball
It feels good that we replied, to that so arousing call
Sarah and Tsjip at the age of almost 8 years
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