Maybe not the most confident person, but the most confident dog. If you haven’t read “The Grand Dog” it follows the new one written from his owners point of view this time.
Inspired by Bob Dylan’s “Tangled Up in Blue” from the Blood on the Tracks album

TANGLED UP IN LEAD

I was staring out of the window, leaning on the sill
Feeling sorry for myself, lonely and quite ill
Then I saw the answer walking with the people on the street
I’ll get myself one of those then my life will be complete
There must be one of those for me, one that’s so in need
Tangled up in lead

He was a puppy when we first met, soon to be a dog
I helped him on the way I guess, but he wouldn’t fetch a log
We walked in the park heading north, up toward the pond
He saw the squirrel couldn’t resist, and we could not get beyond
He ran round and round, and round the trees ‘til I could not be freed
Tangled up in lead

So hear he was Logan the dog my bestest ever mate
We found a way into each others heart, it must’ve just been fate
Then one day out for a walk with little Logan the dog
He’d run off into the distant mist then there it was. A log!
From our loneliness we’d both been freed
Tangled up in lead.

THE GRAND DOG

Most people have grand kids, those bundles of joy,
But we don’t want one a girl or a boy!
We had our two boys, and that was enough,
So what do we get now? A big ball of fluff!

He comes to our house this hairy tornado with attitude,
We try and hide everything, that could ever possibly be chewed.
Tigger has nothing on this monstrous being,
We put down a mat, but on the floor he likes peeing.

If I was Stretch Armstrong, it wouldn’t be bad,
But I can only dream now of the arms I once had.
He pulls and he pulls and never gets tired,
I think maybe from a mule he was sired.

“He looks just like Boris” as he sat on the mat,
But looks can be deceptive, he’s much cleverer than that,
He knows how to wrap us around his little claw,
He makes our hearts sing with a lift  of his paw.

So here we have him Logan the dog,
Chaser of ball, not yet bringer of log.
He’s part of our life now, and that way can stay,
We wouldn’t now have it any other way.

All words Meadowhead Bard.