There is a place where good dogs go

When life’s cares fade away

Where all dog joys just grow and grow

And life is pleasant every day

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For each there is a patch of sunlight there

Where he can lie to dream and ponder

Of that good chase when days are fair

Or of all the fun that’s over yonder

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A place where woodchucks abound the year around

Where dogs can raise their voice

To make the noises of their choice

And man’s ears are not offended by the sound

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All round about are shining wheels

Affixed to big black Cadillacs

Where dogs can stop

Without the curses of man

Resounding from their backs

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When the time rolls around

To make that journey there

Your old friend goes that way

Where skies are always fair

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Remember that along the path each day

Are returned to him the joys

That he brought you

Gliding down on every sunlight ray

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- Written when “Reb” died