Tennessee Tuff

The sweat on Boss’s face

Tastes like the salty bones I ate

Crinkle cut to brush my teeth

He stole off Honey’s plate

Sure, Idaho is known for gold

But, Boss and I agree

Tater tots, baked or mash

Got nothin’ on Tennessee

Where Bluegrass makes for blankets

Humid clover, summer sheets

Music, fit for dancin’

When the sun and mountains meet

And, in between the horses, cows,

Me and hired hands

Earn an honest livin’

Helping Boss tend to his land

Our ears perk up to listen —

Boss’ got some words to say:

“Charlie went to heaven

Just his bones hide in that grave”

He and Honey reminisce

Tears sit for a spell

I lick their wounds and warm their feet

Chuck’s fiddle razes hell

They call me Tuff and outta

I’m a member of their clan

Burgers, fries and soda toast

The Legend of our band

(Authors Note:

Based loosely on a dog named Tuffy, a best friend to Charlie Daniels and the only dog allowed in his studio. This was written for the weekly challenge - a story from a dog’s point of view. It must have closed early today, but I still wanted to pay tribute (through the eyes of a servant) to one of America’s greatest advocates for our Veterans.)