It’s tough on a dog when his boy grows up,
When he no longer romps and frolics like a pup.
It’s tough on a dog when his boy gets old,
When they no longer cuddle on his bed when it’s cold.
It’s tough on a dog when his boy gets tall,
When he’s off with the boys playing soccer and baseball.
They no longer paddle through the mud and the bog,
Hoping to find a stray turtle or frog.
They no longer run through the grass up to their knees,
Or roll in the piles of fresh fallen leaves.
It’s tough on a dog when his boy gets tall,
When he’s off to school, looking at girls in the hall.
It’s tough on a dog when he has work to do,
When he forgets to play as he used to.
It’s tough on a dog when instead of the woods or fields or pond,
His boy becomes a man – and the man is gone.
by Jean W. Sawtell