The Dogs Meeting

I was reading a post by rachelmankowitz (she has the cutest little furballs called Cricket and Butterfly) in my reader this morning about dog tails.
It reminded me of a poem I learned as my party piece for my brother’s wedding in 1965.
I chickened out and played the piano instead (The Carnival is Over so not exactly apt for the occasion!) and earned myself the princely sum of five bob.
piano handsHowever, I have never forgotten this poem, taught to me by my Dad all those years ago.
I have no idea who wrote it (I thought it might have been one of Dad’s actually) so please forgive me for not giving credit to the author. No copyright infringement is intended.


The dogs once held a meeting,
They came from near and far,
Some came by automobile,
And some came by car.
But each one as he entered,
Before around he looked,
Had to take his tail off
And hang it on a hook.
Now when the meeting started
With each mother, son and sire,
A dirty little yellow dog
Jumped up and hollered ‘FIRE’!
They all jumped up in panic
And had no time to look,
So each one grabbed at random
A tail from off a hook.
They got their tails all well mixed up,
Which made them very sore,
To have to have to wear a tail
They’d never worn before.
That’s the reason you will see
When walking down a street,
A dog will stop to smell the tail
Of every dog he meets.
That’s the reason you will find
A dog will leave a bone,
To go and smell another tail,
He wants to find his own.

Thank you Rachel for today’s inspiration.


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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13 Responses to The Dogs Meeting

  1. That’s awesome! Thank you!!!

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  4. That poem is so cute. It is hard to believe that this post only got 5 LIKES before I read it.

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  7. queadrian says:

    I like this poem, Pensitivity101 šŸŒ¹šŸ˜

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  9. As a dog lover myself, I can’t help but find this poem adorable!!!

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