Skeet

Just a cow dog

‘While back we had a dog
We most times called him Skeet
Never had to look for him
He was always at my feet.

Skeet would go get them cows
He’d bring them on the run
He’d bark and bite at their heels
He thought it was so much fun.

Those cows would stomp and kick
But Skeet was just too fast
They couldn’t even come close.
Skeet’s luck did seem unsurpassed

Then we got the Llamas
They would give Skeet a fit
For when Skeet tried to drive them
In his face, they'd always spit!