BET YOU CAN'T OWN JUST ONE!


Why own a whippet? There's a danger you know,
you can't own just one, for the craving will grow.
There's no doubt they're addictive, wherein lies the danger.
While living with lots, you'll grow poorer and stranger.
One dog is no trouble and two are so funny.
The third one is easy, the fourth one's a honey.
The fifth is delightful, the sixth one's a breeze.
You find you can live with a houseful, with ease.
So how 'bout another? Would you really dare?
They're really quite easy, but, Oh Lord, more hair!
With dogs on the sofa and dogs on the bed,
and crates in the kitchen, it's no bother, you've said.
They're really no trouble, their manners are great.
What's just one more dog and one more crate?
The sofa is hairy, the windows are crusty.
The floor is all footprints, the furniture's dusty.
The housekeeping suffers, but what do you care?
Who minds a few nose prints and a little more hair?
So let's get that puppy, you can always find room.
And a little more time for the dust cloth and broom.
There's hardly a limit to the dogs you can add.
The thought of a cutback sure makes you feel bad.
Each whippet is so special, so sweet, so funny.
The food bill grows larger, you owe the vet money.
Your kids never visit, few friends come to stay,
Except other dog folk who live the same way.
Your lawn has now died, and your shrubs are dead too.
But your weekends are busy, 'cause you're off with your crew.
There's dog food and vitamins, training and shots.
And entries and travel and motels which cost lots.
Is it worth it you wonder? Are you caught in a trap?
Then that puppy comes up and climbs into your lap.
Her look says you're special and you know that you will
keep all the critters, in spite of the bill.
Some just for show and some just to race,
some just for loving, they all fill a need, they all have a place.
But winter's a hassle, the whippets hate it too.
But they must have their walks, though they're numb and you're blue.
Late evening is awful, you scream and you shout,
at the dogs on the sofa, who refuse to go out.
The dogs and the competition, the travel, the thrills.
The work and the worry, the pressure and the bills.
The whole thing seems worth it, the dogs are your life.
They're charming and funny and offset the strife.
Your lifestyle has changed. Things just won't be the same.
Yes, those dogs are addictive and so's the dog game.

Author Anon.


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