Jeremy James Johnson by Margaret Pearce

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Jeremy James Johnson was a very naughty boy.
Fatty fried junk foods were all that he’d enjoy.

Now Jeremy had a little dog, his name was Mut.
He sat under the table, his mouth never shut.

Mut liked cauliflour, carrots and celery stewed,
He ate every scrap because he just liked food.

Mut even ate cabbage and broccoli as well
Although why he liked them no one could tell.

So Jeremy was able to show a plate scraped clean,
And demand two helpings of chocolate ice cream.

He got away with this for month after month,
Jeremy got skinny and Mut strong and plump.

Jeremy looked at Mut who shared his day,
And saw how fast he ran around to play.

“Mut’s not tired and runs faster than me.
Why does he still have so much energy?”

His father with glee got to Jeremy at last.
“Mut eats all your vegies that’s why he’s fast.”

Jeremy James Johnson is now very very good.
He eats all his vegies as every child should.

And fatty fried foods make him feel very sick
Because Jeremy is now on a fitness kick.

Jeremy can now run very very fast
So his little dog Mut often ends up last.

Full of Importance by Jeanie Axton

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Full of importance
on Pageant Day
our canine friends
were out to play

Santa costumes
Christmas grins
white beards flowing
from hairy chins

Music and laughter
Christmas cheer
the town comes alive
this time of year

Thousands of locals
line the street
applauding our pooches
as they wag to the beat

The talk of the town
for the year to come
The dogs of Mt Gambier
are second to none

Wishing you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Don’t forget a special treat for your furry members on Christmas Day.

Photo from Pexels by Goochie Poochie Grooming

Izzy The Moodle by James Aitchison

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Close your eyes and picture a dog:

A Maltese terrier crossed with a poodle.

She’s a lovely dog is Izzy,

And she’s proud to be a moodle.

Moodles have oodles of energy,

And they’re always very busy.

They run in circles everywhere

And never ever get dizzy —

             (CRASH)

 — like Izzy!

Anticipation by Jeanie Axton

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Dedicated to Gwen and her Golden Retriever Louie.

The sun is setting 

a coloured sky awaits,

“Lets get moving

We cant be late”

We walk and we talk

as we pick up the pace,

towards the sunset

at our sacred place.

To the end of the pier

we arrive at our spot,

out comes the phone 

for our nightly shot.

On the way home 

I look back and grin

“Thanks for the walk,

Lets do this again”.

The Desert Dogs of Tjuntjuntjara by Stewart Ennis

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A Tjuntjuntjara desert dog

Is howling at the moon.

Just one at first, then more join in

This ancient howling growling tune.

               [Don’t ask me why.

               It’s the just their way.

               They’ve done it every single day

               Since dogs began!]

And very soon, and very soon, 

The entire yip-yap yelping mob, 

Yes, the whole red-dirt platoon

Of Tjuntjuntjara desert dogs

Is howling at the moon.

Image by Stewart Ennis. Used with permission.

Stewart Ennis is from Bridge of Weir, Scotland. Since the 1980s he’s worked in Scottish theatre as writer, deviser, performer and occasional photographer. He was creative writing tutor in Scottish prisons and editor of Causeway/Cabhsair magazine of new Irish & Scottish writing. His plays, poems, stories and photographs have appeared on a number of stages, pages and platforms. A debut novel Blessed Assurance was published in 2020. Recent work includes writing the children’s film animation Yoyo & The Little Auk for Royal Scottish National Orchestra. He’s currently at Curtin University for the second year of an Aberdeen-Curtin Alliance scholarship PhD in creative writing. He recently some time in wonderful Tjuntjuntjara documenting the Spinifex artists at work and play.

The Mutt Hutt by Jeanie Axton

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A custom cut from nose to butt

is what the “Mutt Hutt” does

Snipping, styling the latest trends

and shaving through the fuzz

In through the in door

disarrayed and dirty as can be

Out through the out door

transformed to a beauty queen

Foster Boxer by Jeanie Axton

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This poem was inspired by a news story I watched, then researched, about a boxer named Treasure, who became a mum to eight little piglets on a farm in Queensland.


Eight cute little piglets
grunting and squealing today
because a boxer named Treasure
came bounding their way


A stray herself
Treasure played her part
taking the eight little piglets
straight into her heart


She rounded them up
with cuddles and licking
her milk came in
with the suckling and kicking


On a farm with eight kids
and eight piglets in tow
Treasure the Boxer
put on a great show


She now has a family
Treasure loves them to bits
a boxer and eight piglets
the perfect farm fit

The Biggest Dog in the World by James Aitchison

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We turned a corner and there he was,

towering in the air,

a gorgeous dog with enormous eyes

and wheat dust in his hair.

He didn’t bark, he didn’t move,

he gazed out from the wall, 

beside his master, for all time,

the biggest dog of all.

Teacher’s note: This silo art is at Nullawil, Victoria, so named because the local indigenous word “nulla” is a killing stick while “willock” means a galah.  Both items appear on the medal attached to the dog’s collar.

“My Dog Rupert” by Jaz Stutley

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MY DOG RUPERT

 

My dog Rupert¹s cool and slick

And he has a special trick:

When he hears opera, blues and jazz,

My goodness, what a voice he has!

 

It starts to ripple, soar and glide,

At our applause it soars with pride.

He lifts his nose and shuts his eyes

And sings his heart out to the skies.

 

He sings to piano, saxophone,

Bagpipes, flute and slide trombone.

The penny whistle and kazoo;

Accordion and harmonica too.

 

On Saturdays, just down our street

A band plays with a rocking beat.

And my dog Rupert steals the show

When he sings high and he sings low.

 

He sings the themes to TV shows

The news, cartoons, and all of those.

But Rupert has a secret goal:

To be a star of rock and roll.

 

When he performs the Rupert Rap

The people whistle, cheer and clap.

I¹m just afraid that he¹s so good

They¹ll sign him up for Hollywood!

 

“Dog” by Katherine Gallagher

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Dog

 

Dog waits in and out of shadows.

Dog dives around chairs and feet.

Dog looks for the spill of hands.

Dog sings the Ballad of Less and More.

Dog sleeps with one eye open.

Dog’s life isn’t negotiable.

Dog circles moons of language.

Dog barks for homecomings.

Dog is a name away.

Remember you can’t lose Dog.

Sooner or later, Dog will find you.

 

 

© Katherine Gallagher, 2018