They won’t learn any tricks, they would rather watch TV.
Bree is black with polka dots, Brock’s black as black can be;
Cheiss is a fluffy, orange dog who always seems grumpy.
They won’t learn how to sit, only Cheiss knows how to fetch;
Brock and Bree just sit there, a ball they’ll rarely catch.
Cheiss loves to be in water, but Bree hardly ever swims;
Brock’s scared to death of rivers for he thinks he’ll lose his limbs.
They don’t know how to hunt, they don’t know how to flee;
They’d rather run away from us or jump up on our knees.
They’ll never learn to find a bomb, a crook they’ll never catch;
They won’t learn to track rabbits, or get in a sparring match.
They refuse to jump through hoops, don’t see the point in chasing balls;
They won’t learn nosework either, or learn sports like Treibball.
These dogs are rather silly, they’re nothing much to see;
But I’d never trade them in because –
They’re special dogs to me…