A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Labradors!
Labradors!
Whilst walking my canine along the Pennines,
A maiden waylaid me, done up to the nines,
Who asked, "Kindly sir, with your handsome old dog,
Could you find me my shoe, which I've lost in this bog."
"Far better," quoth I, so as not to deceive her,
"At your services ma'am, my jet black retriever."
Dauphy instinctively knew what to do,
He dived in the mud and he pulled out the shoe.
The maid was effusive, fluttering her eyes,
Blimey, I thought, I've caught me a prize!
Mistakenly thinking, I'd gained me a trophy,
Her attentions were elsewhere, she'd fallen for Dauphy.
Hobbo's Poems 
Well, that’s understandable.
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Absolutely so! 🐾
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Smart girl. You’re married.
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🤣 Smart dog too!
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Of course – nothing should go without saying.
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😂
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Bog on dog wins the lasses. Loner owner in morasses. ;-( 😉
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🤣🤣 Hobb v dog; no contest!
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😀
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so did he then go in for the other one?
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😂 What a pair!
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A true knight in shining armour, that dog is!
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Thank you Ingrid, I am! D.🐾🐾
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Dauphy is the hero!
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😂 Hehehe! 🐾
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Aww. Every dog gets to be a hero and the star of the show every now and then. Adorable poem. Good for Dauphy.
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Thank you Diana. And a special thanks from dauphy too! 🧡
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🙂
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