Steph Morrow Shenanigans

Harness, strapped and ready.  

Tail high and alert.  

Paws tingling in anticipation.  

Scents lingering in the dirt.  

I know the man is hiding. 

With my treat surprise.  

I feel him near.  

I am ready for the challenge.  

My heart it holds no fear.  

Wind, causes confusion.  

Check in ears.  

Check in eyes.  

No sound or sight.  

Long line droops with doubt.  

My handler smiles with encouragement.  

As my senses try to scout.  

My eyes are near the floor,

Struggle to see far or very high.

I’m eager to explore though,

I repress a feral war cry.

My legs are short & stocky,

Despising long wet grass,

But even when it’s boggy,

I can Mantrail with class.

My ansesstors were fearless,

Tackling badgers was their aim,

And though they may be small,

They rarley lost their game.

 It is in my genetics,

And patience is the key,

My misper* will be hiding,

The trail shows him flee.

Nose sharp and ready,

I quiver in excitement,

Wind changes direction,

I’m eager to serve indictment!

I am small.  

But I am mighty!  

A shriek rips from my lips. 

Tail wagging, 

I’ve got him now,  

His scent is clear!  

I tow my handler close,  

I can feel him near.  

I may only be a Dachshund,  

A tiny hound at that.  

A lap and cuddle are welcomed,  

When I fancy taking a nap.  

Right now, we’re on the trail,  

The end it is in sight.  

Determination is my strategy.  

A valiant small red Knight!  

I have caught up with him now,  

The trail it ends here.

He may have been hunted,  

But he’s still a friend I hold dear.  

Until the next time we trail,  

And excitement sparks again.  

For I the mighty Dachshund, 

Love mantrailing.  

A Woof and Amen.

* A ‘Misper’ is a mantrailing term for a missing person