He made my home his abode

I think he must have got weary

Of treading the lonesome road.

I stepped out one wintry morning

And found him lying at my step

He was so cold and hungry

Very limp and he was wet.

So I picked him up and placed him

On the rug there by the fire

I could see that he was grateful

By the expression in his eyes.

Now I knew he would be hungry

For he looked so weak and tired

So I found some beef and mutton

And his hunger he could not hide.

Well I got Bluch fat and healthy

But it took so many weeks

For his strength had really faded

And his legs were tired and weak.

But Blucher was a canine swaggie

So many roads had he trod

While travelling with a master

As they were searching for a job.

He stayed with me for about a year

And then one morning he was gone

I think the road was calling him

For it calls all swaggies on.

But I wonder where he is today

Somewhere neath the Southern Cross

And at times when I remember him

I realise how great was my loss.

Yes Blucher was a friend of mine

And I’d thought he’d settled down

No more capsizing garbage bins

In the back streets of our town.

But it’s strange how you get to love

A stray and helpless mutt

But he took my heart with him

So my door will never be shut.

The club members meet each month and everyone is welcome.

The meetings are held in the Club Mudgee, first floor in room 2.

On the second Tuesday of the moth at 12pm to 3pm. 

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