It never fails when it's our turn,
my dog goes deaf, control is what I yern.
I slowly enter that ten foot ring,
your brain becomes mush, you forget everything.
You tell your dog heel, he gives you a wink,
you hear him say "Don't worry dad, I know everything."

The guns start to blast, the birds are a flyin,
your heart is sinking fast, you think you are dieing.
The dog lifts his butt, he'd better not break,
you think "If you pass this test I'll buy you a steak."
You send off your dog, your wishing him luck,
you're a wishin you hadn't left the Tums in the truck.

He's gotten the first, this was the flier,
the memory birds next, screw this up, and I'm looking for a buyer.
He searches around, his tails a waggin,
oh God please let him find it, my britches are saggin.
He lifts up his head, he's doing just fine,
all we have left is to pick up the blind.
You put down your hand and give him a "Back",
the sucker takes off, just like he's on crack.
You let him go farther before making him stop,
a 3/4 back, he'd better not pop.

The birds in his nose now, he's got this one pegged,
he couldn't screw this one up if he had three legs.
Just then your heart stops, your jaw hits the floor,
where the hell's my dog, I don't see him no more.
He went through the cattails, and didn't come back,
you swear its a coming, a big heart attack.

You're blowing your whistle, the peas gonna bust,
where is that dog you thought you could trust?
He breaks through the cattails carrying the bird,
that look on your face sure is absurd.
Your squinting your eyes, what your thinking is a sin,
the dog heals by your side, you swear you see a grin.

You grab up the bird while telling him "Give",
your really debating whether to let this dog live.
The judge says "Good job, it was close for a while",
you wipe off your brow, and say "Thanks" with a smile.

You slip on the line lead, and leave the 10 ft ring,
where your brain turns to mush and don't remember a thing.
The look in his eyes asks "Well, how did I do?"
I've got some more grey hairs, It's all cause of you

But hell, I love watching that dog of mine run,
this hunt test stuff is supposed to be fun.
But if he don't get that 5th AKC ribbon,
I'd love him the same, I'm really not fibbin.
Cause I see the wiskers starting to show,
when he hears the keys, he's ready to go.

I love him to death, that damn dog of mine,
it's worth losing my brain when I get to the line.
And when the time comes to tell him good bye,
I'll tell you right now, I'm not gonna lie.
That dogs taught me plenty in his couple of years,
I know I will fail to hold back the tears.
But for now we will train, and have a good time,
and I'll continue to babble when I'm leaving the line.......