08/16/2026
This is a song one of our 12 year old students wrote about her and her “guy”, Smokey. She is wise beyond her years!
Smokey’s Got An Attitude
By Abigail Owens
(Speaking)
All right this one’s bouta be doozy
(Singing)
Boots hit the porch at half past eight,
Smokey’s at the fence yellin’, “Don’t make me wait!”
I grab my hat, I grab my reins,
He’s stompin’ in the dirt like he’s runnin’ this place.
He’s got a shiny coat and a stubborn little face,
Every time I tell him “Whoa,” he picks up the pace.
I say, “Smokey, boy, we’re just goin’ for a ride,”
He says, “Well, hold on tight,” and takes off like the tide.
Smokey’s got an attitude,
Lord, he’s got a mood.
He’ll act like he’s sheriff,
Then run off with my shoe.
He’s stubborn, he’s sassy,
He’s trouble through and through,
But when that boy comes runnin’,
There ain’t nothin’ I’d rather do.
Down the dusty road we go,
Smokey spots a puddle and he says, “Nope.”
I lean to the left, he leans to the right,
Now we’re havin’ an argument tonight.
He spots a butterfly, forgets that he’s a horse,
He spins around so fast I nearly change my course.
I say, “Boy, you better settle down,”
He gives me a look like, “Who’s the clown?”
Smokey’s got an attitude,
Lord, he’s got a mood.
He’ll act like he’s the sheriff,
Then run off with my shoe.
He’s stubborn, he’s sassy,
He’s trouble through and through,
But he’s my four-legged partner,
And I wouldn’t trade him too.
Sun goes down, the sky turns gold,
Smokey finally acts like he’s five years old.
I pat his neck and say, “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
He steals my hat…
And eats the brim of my boot.
Smokey’s got an attitude,
And I guess I got one too.
He’s my wild-eyed cowboy,
And I’m his cowgirl crew.
So saddle up tomorrow,
We’ve got places left to roam,
Me and Smokey, raisin’ trouble,
All the way back home.
(Speaking)
What did I say! I knew it would be a doozy.