Ode To Scully

Words by Jill Lively

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We were not expecting nor know we had need,

Of one scruffy dachshund, high yeller', half breed, 

  We didn't want one more dog mouth that must eat,

Especially a dog whose breath smelled like bad meat,

No, we did not know - alas had not a clue,

We needed to go from one dachshund to two,

We didn't know our clan was not quite complete,

Till she pranced on in our lives – so small and sweet,

 She wasn't a dog we'd have gone out and picked,

Especially a dog who just licked, licked, and licked,

We'd not pick a dog that had such skin disease,

We'd not pick a dog that was riddled with fleas,

But God, He knew we needed this peppy pup,

Thank God He directed our Scully to us,

We'll miss our shared naps in the late afternoon,

And how when she'd see us, roll over and swoon,

We'll miss how she'd jump from the floor to the bath,

On her morning walk, run ahead on the path,

How good she would be if she needed a pill,

How happy she was to see her svelte Aunt Jill,

How Scully would pose so erect on the deck,

And hold oh so still to get kissed on the neck,

How she kept our farm squirrel-free for eight years,

We’ll miss her seal look and her soft, silky ears

She'd stand on her hind legs, head back, close her eyes....

So much joy packed into a dog for her size!

It's hard to believe that our Scully is gone,

Not out riding tractors with our neighbor John,

That her and pal Sweetie will not romp and play

Nor wait our return with meat from R & K,

We didn't know dogs like her were on this earth,

We didn't know what a mere pup could be worth,

We know now we needed her, we’re glad she came,

Without our dog, this farm will not be the same

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