They called him 'wee beastie' - but how wrong they were,
young Hamish 'Loch Duff' was as sharp as a burr,
a giant among 'woofers', his lineage top notch,
who'd sniff out a pheasant, the finest malt scotch.
From wealthy beginnings, his own silver spoon,
a heritage linked to the clan of MacLoon,
the laird's name was Martin- but most called him Jack,
his large wife Fiona enjoyed 'whisky mac'.
He guarded the family, not one soul set foot,
on hearing the bark with those eyes black as soot,
the sweet smell of whisky hung thick in the air,
MacLoon would play bagpipes then fall off his chair.
All weekends were favourite, through heather they'd roam,
wee Hamish forgot the strange ways of his home,
but unknown to him watchful eyes followed too,
'neath briar and bracken, a scottie so true.
(One day the bold westie from home fires would vanish,
and join in adventure with 'braveheart' MacTavish),
the old wiley hound studied Hamish 'Loch Duff',
with a wink and a nod he had fair seen enough.
So approaching young Hamish with stiff jaunty gate,
the scottie did woof-'is he always that state?'
For Jack was a-wobbling back down to the house,
a-tangling in brambles and squashing a grouse.
Young Hamish ruffed loudly (more bluff than all bluster)
MacTavish smiled wryly (t'was all he could muster)
'Tis only I thought, you should maybe take heed,
escape easy living-a friend you could need.'
Well, Hamish stopped ruffing and eyed up this hound,
who seemed to think nothing of standing his ground,
'How came you to think maybe I need a friend?
You sound like MacLoon-and he's clear round the bend!
How come such a beastie with coat wiry black,
assumes in my life there is something I lack?'
MacTavish sat thoughtfully, scratching an ear,
'Och, maybe there's something much better than here.
I see you're a spirit, trapped deep in a rut,
I used to be like that, a miserable mutt.'
'A rut is it scottie?' young Hamish growled low,
'Now you tell me truly, which path should I go'?
'Why, follow me Hamish, adventures you'll find,
forget Jack the Loonie, leave all this behind',
and Hamish thought-'maybe I need change of pace,
with long years ahead I could do with some space'.
With a yelp and tail wagging,young Hamish barked 'yes'!
he gave one more woof, (but this was to impress),
MacTavish stood firm as he barked a 'Hellooooooo'
and the bond it was forged between the bonnie two.
They say since that day Hamish never looked back,
no tear filled his eye when he thought of mad Jack,
together forever he stuck with his friend,
MacTavish and Hamish -still true to the end.
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