We had to leave new Zealand shores, in rain an snow an fog
just me and my adversary by that I mean my dog!
a pig dog was Dorothy, a holder of the best
the first to feel the tusk, she would never let it rest
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Oh Bob - you are very cleverly pulling our legs in this piece - what a hoot at the end. although I hope the tale of the poor dogs fighting and dying is only a composition from your fertile mind..... very interesting and well put together.