A Midnight Black Lab That I Revere
Listen, my children, and you shall hear
Of a midnight Black Lab that I revere
On the fifthteeth of April, two-thousand and none
'Twas born in a litter of seven, was one
Who would change our lives forever, it's clear
The Weckerly kids, they had begged and had pled
For a canine pal to share their bed
And home and and hearth and lives; and so
We found no cause to still say "No"
So off to breeders we did head
Questions in hand then searched and we looked;
Phone calls were made, site-visits were booked
' Til finally that litter of seven we found'
And we liked what we saw; breeder nice, dam was sound
And when one small black boy nuzzled near, we were hooked!
He had moxie and spirit, the breeder then said
With his mom's otter tail and his dad's blocky head
He was one of the iirst, as they grew day-to-day
To chase after a ball that was rolled for his play
Watching intently showed us just how well-bred
Eight weeks after his birth we arrived at his site;
Although sad, his ddog-mom seemed relieved he took flight
Papers signed, advice given, we piled back in the car
And knew that we'd gotten a dog beyond par
We drove home and prepped for that first nervous night
To name this young prince was the task now at hand'
So "Wesley" was chosen, 'twas not quite what I'd planned
But an uncommond dog needs and uncommon label
So we passed up on "Dusty" and "Inky" and "Sable,"
Deciding his name could in no way be bland.
He had his rough stages we had to endure
Potty time, yes. Chewing shoes? To be surel
But he was smart and was friendly we were glad to have found
And he grew and he grew by leaps and by bounds
And Obedience School his bad habits did cure
A dog for all seasons, how he romps as rain pours!
And in wintertime snows, his large Labby heart soars.
A swim at the lake, a snuffle through leaves,
A prance through spring flowers, he ducks and he weaves.
"Get him out of my flowerbed!" enduring wife roars.
Six months into his life we received quite a start:
My wife told us all of good news to impart.
But how would a doggy deal with a new baby?
Would it bring strife or much worry? Well, maybe.
But luckily Wesley just opened his heart.
It was under the wing of our dog-training pro,
The idea of competing did start and did grow.
"Obedience ring. Conformation ring, too.
Are both possibilities open to you."
I thus began prep for his very first show.
A local-run match marked our Wesley's debut.
We did out-down-and-back with the rest of the crew.
When the judge leaned in close, not a detail to miss,
Wes answered to that with a wet, Labby kissl
No ribbon for us, but a chuckle or two.
Obedience trials, testing "sit" and "recall,"
And we worked and we worked through that summer and fall.
But no matter the breaks, the NQs that were marked,
And the show where he left the ring, ran, jumped, and barked!
I u,as sure that he knew it was fun above all.
Finally, the lessons, they started to click;
Patience and praise I found quite did the trick.
'Twas a proud day, indeed, for both Wes and for me,
When we'd trained and we'd worked and we'd earned CGC!
lmpressed? I sure was, that he'd earned it so quick!
To this day we are working, pursuing CD.
One leg we have finished, just one of the three.
But I'm proud of my boy and the progress we've made,
And I consider it well with each entry fee paid.
It's a nice team we make: canine him, human me.
I read about Labs who help people in woe,
And others who guide as blind owners do go.
Tho' our Wesley's not overly brave or heroic,
He's neither stand-offish nor cold or e'en stoic.
Quite simply, he's just the best dog that I know
Poem done, now it's time for a tennis-ball throw