Besides the Point

I owned a goofy Pointer, as goofy as can be; He wasn't worth a quarter, 'cause he'd only point at me! I took him on a hunting trip, to shoot a lousy duck; I didn't feel too well that day, of all the rotten luck! Way out in the wetlands, Went "quacks" from a 100 feet; "Go point 'em out, ol' boy!"...I said, "Bring daddy home some meat!" He darted in one direction, as far as my eyes could see; He made a sudden turn, Came back and pointed at me! Oh what a "BLEEPIN" goof up, he was pointin' without a care; Little did I know behind me, was a big ol' ugly bear! I could hear its heavy breathing, this bear was fresh from a cave; I bolted like a track star, Quicker than a runaway slave! I dropped my beloved rifle, this beast was on our heels; We dashed across a shallow creek, To my truck at the top of a hill! Safe inside of our pickup, I put the pedal to the floor; That bear was kissin' bumper, as the rain began to pour! My Pointer's dead and gone now, though smarter than he'd pretend; We'll meet once more in the afterlife, he truly was a man's best friend!