Trapper was a golden retriever
Ginger was a German wiimeraner.
Ginger and Trapper met in Seattle.
Immediate best buds, seldom a battle
Trapper was a dog, Ginger a gyp
Most of the time, they seemed joined at the hip
Until the day Ginger went into heat
Trapper soon learned that it was best to retreat
He didn’t seem interested, no sex on his mind
He didn’t even try to sniff Ginger’s behind.
Two weeks later, the gyp thought he’s the one
Demonstrating on Trapper how to get the job done.
He was the dog her dreams, she wanted his pups.
Trapper didn’t know to what she was up.
At end of her heat, she no longer cared.
When he laid down his best moves, he found her teeth bared.
His owner was pleased when Trapper finally found out
What being a boy dog should be all about.
Although, Trapper and Ginger never got bred,
“You’re all male, Trapper,” his owner happily said.
Relief filled his owner, put a smile on his face
To find Trapper did things at his own pace.