My little Jack Russell, Gemma, came to us from the Canine Defence League's kennels.  She had been very badly treated by an old lady who had her in an apartment - quite the wrong place for a little Jack Russell.  It took about a year before she trusted us not to hit her, but after that she was my best friend, and she lived with us here in the Yorkshire Dales, north of England, until she was eighteen and a half years of age.  She had a lovely life and her big interest in life was rabbits - although she never ever caught one.   She died about four years ago and we miss her terribly.

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My little dog, called Gemma,

     Is very small and white.

She loves to rush out barking

     When there's a cat in sight.


She’s fond of  chasing rabbits

     And also squirrels too,

But how would little Gemma feel

     If I took her to a zoo?


Would she be afraid of tigers,

     Or think that they were cats?

If one came towards her

     She'd not stay for a chat.


She'd be frightened of a rhino

     And perhaps also of a bear.

Some little creatures she'd adore.

     And wouldn't have a care.


The monkeys would be funny

     And she'd want to stay and play,

But if it was getting rather late,

     We’d go back another day.


Then my little dog called Gemma

     Would go to bed and dream

Of all the strange new creatures

     That at the zoo she'd seen.



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