A moan, a stretch, a grunt a sigh:
The Dobie awakens to sprawl and flail
Then flap from the nose to the tip of his tail.
A velvety muzzle topped with a nose
That must have been unscrewed and froze
All night in the freezer until screwed back
In the nose socket now rooting your lack
Of personal space. “Get up, get dressed!
Matters most urgent have long since pressed.”
With business all finished, and breakfast laid down
The gamboling dog leaps with the joy of a clown.
His meal is inhaled with fervor most true.
For want of a napkin, your pant leg will do.
While you go to work, he does his work, too
Of napping and sniffing out new things to chew.
And if he’s a good boy, he settles for toys
And tries not to bark or make too much noise.
But if he is naughty and pauses to hear
The bad Dobie angel beside his left ear-
The terrible damage a Dobie can do!
The things he can tear and gnaw and chew!
But good Dobes with toys and training to boot
Will stick with their playthings and not give a hoot
For all the chair legs, shoes and other stuff.
For Dobies with training, the toys are enough.
When the front door opens and the family’s home,
Those velvety ears droop from the knobby dog dome.
The nose is upraised, like a hand seeking alms.
His eyes are alight like a saint singing Psalms.
A clatter of nails and general melee
Of springing and jumping and licking away!
The stumpy tail wags “a mile a minute.”
He nudges for a rubdown until you begin it.
No joy in the world hopes to compare
To that of a dog realizing you’re there.
Fetch in the yard or a walk to the park
Will keep your Dobe dog in the right frame of bark.
His flanks will stay tucked, his ribs won’t be flabby
His temperament will abstain from the crabby.
An exercised Dobe stays happy and lean
And resists the temptation to act snappish and mean.
After his dinner has begun to digest
He settles down slowly for his evening of rest.
He arranges the blankets to suit his needs best--
Like a kind of Doberman puppy-dog nest.
He curls up snug like a lamb or a deer
And tucks his short tail under his rear.
A moan, a groan, a sigh of content:
A Doberman happy his day was well spent.
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