Those dog days of summer Near forgotten and gone, Are stored for the winter, And remembered in song.
The dogs' days of winter Tell a different tale, Of dogs pulling sleds In Alaska for mail; Or searching the Alps Bringing whiskey and ale, Panting and pulling In hills, waters and dales.
Siberian Huskies, The Great Pyrenees, The Alaskan Malamute, Run off their tails Battling death and disease.
The KeeshondΒ Β Doesn't wear Wooden clogs, Like the Newfie And Wolfhound, They're winter work dogs.
If working in snow Isn't enough to freeze fur, Look to the Lab, In frigid waters In layers of warm flab Helping fishermen, Or retrieving a lad. These warm furied friends Will work til their end.
The dog days of summer Ran off with the pack, Leaving the dogs Of our winters To haul, trail and track.