Saturday, January 18, 2014

Don’t You Wish You Were a Dog?



Don’t You Wish You Were a Dog?

It was a great day to take a stroll
The sun was shining
The sky was clear and blue
In my right hand, a taught leash pulled me forward
My four-legged friend was determined to go nowhere
Barking at all the passer-byes as he lifted his rear leg
Watering at all costs the nearest hydrant or tree trunk
Sniffing at the remains of the day
Strangers would smile as they walked past
Others would complement me on his good looks
A few would even strike a conversation
But he was not interested in all the fanfare
Rather persistently tugging as he looked up
Going nowhere appeared more important than going mad
He must believe people really have nothing good to say
Expressionless faces offering phony smiles and fake hellos
Unlike the preferred interaction with other dogs, or
Perhaps cats, squirrels or birds
The other names for humans in some cases
Meeting up with another dog was a big to do for Ali
Circling and barking
Sniffing and testing as the leash-holders looked on
Carefully assessing each others genitals
Jumping as a sign of domination
Their role-play more real than any human contact
Don’t you wish you were a dog?

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

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