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Tin Penny: Music

My Life in Dogs

(Tin Penny)
February 15, 2018
(c) 2006 Beth Willenbring Welton

The dog of my youth, this song is for her

We sometimes forgot she had four legs and fur

She made a great shortstop, she made a great bed

All that gross stuff that Mom fed us, she ate instead

I measure success in the wood that I stack

I measure my debt in the love I hold back

I measure tomorrows in unfinished songs

And I measure my life in dogs

Some ears were pointy, some ears flopped down

Some jacked up like pickups, some low to the ground

Long short and curly, shaggy and punked

With a nose full of quills, all burdocks and skunked

I measure success...

All through my life the dogs came and went

All the frisbees I threw, all the money I spent

Some stayed for hours, some stayed for years

They all came with laughter, they all left with tears

I measure success...

This old dog and me, well I don't know who's worse

It's kind of a race to see which one goes first

I do hope it's him; I'm not being unkind

But I've had more practice as the one left behind

I measure success...

I measure my life, I treasure my life, when I measure my life in dogs