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Our dogs were romping, full of play,
On that balmy, autumn day
At the park in town.
We traded gossip, local chat,
When Bob exclaimed, "Oh dear! What's THAT?"
Our heads all swivelled 'round.
There was Johnson, ex-Marine,
Big and strong and shaven clean.
His hands were very full.
He headed toward the gate at speed,
Four-legged muscle on his lead -
Strong as a Brahma bull.
It dragged him to and fro with ease,
Hiked its leg on all the trees.
In disbelief, we stood.
In unison, we dropped our jaws.
Golden brown with ivory paws -
Adonis never looked as good.
Johnson set that boxer free.
It was a shocking sight to see,
Like a demolition burst.
He barreled right into a hound,
Knocked others flat upon the ground.
Maddened owners cursed.
Snorting, contorting, cavorting - reckless as a child.
On the surface, chaos. Countenance most wild.
Don't let him fool you.
There's more than meets the eye.
He ricocheted from pup to pup,
Delivering a roughing-up,
Akin to some earthquakes.
Tucked his butt, ran laps full-tilt.
Like a freight train, he was built -
De-railed and without brakes.
I spilled a latte on my shirt,
Dropped my cell phone in the dirt,
Then fell on my big butt.
Body-slammed and growing bruised,
Patience gone and not amused.
Yelled, "Johnson! Listen up!"
"You fool, you're daft, flat-out insane!
That dog of yours has got no brain.
What an awful beast!
Take a class and get him trained,
Or keep the stupid brute restrained.
Stay outta here, at least!"
The other dogs, they tried to hide
I longed to join them, I'll confide.
Most of my comrades prayed.
First boxer that I'd ever met -
Why on earth have such a pet?
I shook my head, dismayed.
Snorting, contorting, cavorting - reckless as a child.
On the surface, chaos. Countenance most wild.
Don't let him fool you.
There's more than meets the eye.
Just then, the rusted gate, it creaked.
Across the field, the boxer streaked -
Hellbent on an attack.
A mother pushed a stroller through.
We screamed, "He's charging right at you!"
There was no turning back.
"That dog will eat her in her diaper.
He's demented, bold and hyper."
Grim visions of her death.
But then he skidded to a stop.
You could have heard a hairpin drop.
We all held our breath.
He carefully sniffed her little toes,
Wiggled right from stub to nose.
There was no cause for fright.
He licked her cheek to tell her "Hi."
She laughed and poked him in the eye.
His little tail reflected his delight.
She yanked his lip and tugged his ear.
Mother cautioned, "Stop that, dear."
But he just stood his ground.
He lay his chin on her small chest.
And Johnson swooned, "That dog's the best.
Loves having kids around."
Snorting, contorting, cavorting - reckless as a child.
On the surface, chaos. Countenance most wild.
Don't let him fool you.
There's more than meets the eye.
We've come to know good-hearted Buster
Self-control, so hard to muster,
Still not a risk to maul.
He comes on strong; that is a fact
A sweetheart he, but short on tact.
But sometimes aren't we all?
Black and white, no shades of grey.
He can't be any other way.
He is who he must be.
His love is gentle, play is rough.
Heart is fragile, body tough.
Offers no apology.
Passion courses through his cells.
No moderation where he dwells.
Much like an ardent poet.
His life is rich, 'though not too long.
His outlook can't be very wrong.
A lesson there; I know it.
A fixture now at our dog park,
We've come to envy Buster's spark.
A gift from up above.
Funny that in my old age,
A boxer dog should be the sage
To teach of life and love.
Snorting, contorting, cavorting - reckless as a child.
On the surface, chaos. Countenance most wild.
Don't let him fool you.
There's more than meets the eye.
