Well....
Come and listen to a story about a poodle named Cash,
A happy, smiling dog who likes to bark at deer and dash,
He goes to work each day and before the day is through,
He rides a log truck and he works the mill crew.
Sawmill that is, cedar stumps, long lumber.
Well the guys in the woods, and the guys in the trucks,
The guys at the saws, and the guys that count the bucks,
Know there's nothing in the woods that can compare to that black dog,
Cause Cash has a nose for the quality log.
True North, that is
Big mud puddles, lots of treats!
Hey Everybody,
I'm Cash, the Sawyer Dog. I really am a French Poodle, but I am embarrassed when they cut my curls like a "Foo-Foo" dog. I hide under the bed and put my paws over my eyes for days.
Instead, I love to run in the woods, ride in the log truck, bark at deer and rabbits, and leap straight up in the air for no reason.
My dad is Hobart, and he takes me to work with him every single day. He would not know what to do without me. I protect him from squirrels. He vents to me about everybody else in the world. I eat his sandwiches. Sometimes I answer his phone.
I was named after Johnny Cash - The Man in Black. I am very proud of that. But, when I was a pup, I was kind of a nut, so lots of folks call me "Cash-ew". Get it?
I have many jobs to do, now that I am old enough to work for a living:
So, when you call True North, be sure to ask about me! I love attention, even if you can't send treats over the phone.
You can send them by mail, however.
I really like ham, bacon, and steak. Oh, and, butter, right off the table when I can get it.
"Time to get on the road! Let's go, Hobart!"