My Dog Clyde Poem by George Hunter

I have this old dog named Clyde
Whose barks you can hear far and wide.
I can’t shut him up
That crazy old mutt
I feel like tanning his hide.

He makes so much noise
Cause he’s part Malinois
And part Gronendael
And blacker than hael
And he likes to be one of the boys.

So I feed and pet him each day
And with him I do play
It’s not a bad life
But he has no wife
So join the group, I say.

We guys that are left behind
Just have to try and find
Something to do
To amuse us two.
And get on with the daily grind.