Baby, it’s cold outside.
He was always cold but the land of gold
Seemed to hold him like a spell
Though he’d often say in his doggy way
That he’d sooner live in hell
And there lay Jack, looking cool and calm
In the heart of the furnace roar
And he wore a smile you could see a mile
And he said, “Please close that door”
He’s so clever, that dog! He chased a squirrel right up a tree. Now where did that darn squirrel go? Oh no; not the other tree!
I use him as a sniffer dog – to sniff out the right pairs of shoes. Mary Janes are his faves.
Photos: d. king