Ode to The Otterhound

How shaggy you look uncombed and full of hair

The best way to describe you would be totally unfair.

People who don't know you are usually quick to cut

"What kind of dog is that?" They believe you are a

mutt.

Your beard wet with water and ears that are soaked

It's amazing your pedigree has not been revoked.

A shake of the head and there's water everywhere

To a true Otterhound owner, they don't even care.

There's more to this dog than what meets the eye

The comfort they give, the praise should be high.

People are young and people are old

The Otterhound adapts as if its been told.

Grandma is frail, her bones they could break

The Otterhound senses, no fast moves does he make.

The kids come in and it's time to play

He's adapted again, it is his forte.

His voice is concert, not that of harsh brass

It's more like the French Horn, melodious not crass.

Thank you Lord for sharing this beast of yore

He brings happiness to all, he keeps giving more.

Rick Thielson, 1996