You were just 4 months old when you first came home
You'd been running and running with no where to go
The lady called you "Lucky" and you needed a home
You were just 4 months old

You seemed so small but so full of life
Your right ear was flopped over and those great big feet
You rolled in the snow and the dirt and the mud
Your white fur always ready to shed on command

You ran through the trees
You ran through the streams
You found the smelliest puddles
and brought them back to share

You howled randomly at 3am why I never knew
You peed in every corner and on every tree
You would decide it was too quiet
and bark just to say hi

A great watchful eye in the back yard you were
just to make sure no-one would get by
The sign said beware of dog but the only thing to "beware"
was not having a cookie ready for you

You loved to go ride in the back of my truck
I bet you thought it was just your good luck
You jumped and you ran and you ran and you ran
and sometimes I wondered if you would ever stop

On e year  made five and then became ten
You slowed up a little but kept up in the trees
Asleep you would be until the 'Q was sparked up
then we'd eat off the grill til we were full up

Rocket dog, oaf, the old-goat and white beast
were just some of the names you'd be called
Ten became twelve and up to fourteen
I wondered sometimes when, but now no more

Fourteen years of loyalty
Fourteen years of fun
Fourteen years of friendship
Thanks Juneau, go run.

Jeremy

Juneau September 16, 1993-April 21, 2008