Annie at the show

A poem about a much loved pet dog

Annie at the show




At the side of the ring you have to get brushed,

a job well done should never be rushed

We ensure you are ready, looking so well,

our hearts filled with love are starting to swell



You look at us with those big brown eyes,

standing in line with the rest of the Skyes

Waiting for judgement, to see if you go

on to the next stage of the show



Your head so strong and ears so proud,

For we who love you, ahead of the crowd

With a coat made of silver and midnight black,

A fine looking dog with a long and strong back



Whether you win it, or whether you lose,

you are the dog that we’ll always choose.

Your loyalty, respect and love have no end,

We are so proud that you are our friend