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ON THE EDGE OF COMMON SENSE

by Baxter Black, DVM

DOG DAYS IN THE FEEDLOT

Well, it’s dog days in the feedlot
            now that summer’s nearly done
I been loafin’ through the cattle
            but the steers don’t suffer none
 
            They don’t need much waterin’, really,
                        they just eat and drink and snooze
            Like a bunch of fat ol’ bankers
                        On an all expense paid cruise
 
We’re not gettin’ many feeders,
            not since summer took the bait
Guess the order buyer’s coastin’,
            I been told they hibernate!
 
            Half the crew’s been on vacation,
                        I took mine way back in June
            Whoa! Better ride a little slower,
                        I might finish way too soon!
 
All the sick pens dang near empty,
            ‘cept a few ol’ chronic pets
So I pull the odd puffed-up one,
            helps to justify the vets
 
            But mostly I just check the pens
                        if there ain’t no fats to ship.
            And I do some contemplatin’,
                        ain’t nobody cracks the whip                       
 
But my cowboy intuition
            says enjoy it while you can
‘Cause a thunderhead is buildin’
            that will change the battle plan
 
            When the dog days in the feedlot
                        will have finally run their course
            And the fall’ll bear down on us
                        like she’s ridin’ Hell’s own horse!