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Tales of a Dog-Sitter, Haiku
This piece is about poetry. It contains Haiku poems about a dog. It is meant to be tongue in cheek, about poetry, and about the dog. It is not 'How to'. It is 'Haiku'. For heavens sake, if you don't like poetry, or dogs, just give it a miss.
When my neighbor asked me to look after her dog over Christmas I said sure. Rupert is a lovable Whippet hound, what could possibly go wrong?
My home, with my four cats, is right across the street, it would be easy.
Oh, I forgot to mention Norman, my neighbor's cat would be part of the package deal.
And another neighbor further down the street, would be requiring my services too, visiting her cat every other day.
No problem, I said. I can do this.
Facts from Wiki
Whippets are good natured, good companion dogs.
Whippets are among the fastest dogs, and compete in course racing.
Whippets have fine, short hair, and are not suited for outdoors.
Rupert, as it turned out, had never been left alone before.
He goes to work each day with my neighbor, and comes home with her at night. They are inseparable.
From the moment she got on the plane, until two weeks later when she disembarked, I was Rupert's surrogate mother.
Since I could not bring him home with me (he chases my cats) the only solution was to move in with Rupert for the duration and keep my own cats locked up at home.
So this is what we did.
Rupert never left my side for 14 days. Even in the house he followed me from room to room like a little shadow.
To ease his separation anxiety I took him in the car whenever I needed to go anywhere. And when I wanted to visit my own home to check on cats I would trick him into thinking we were going for a ride and leave him in the car.
I did try locking him in the house when I went out, but this created such intense separation anxiety that I only did it twice. Both times I could hear him shrieking and howling from across the street.
Christmas with Rupert in Haiku
Eyes peeled, ears straight back
so utterly abandoned
your mom flew away.
Shall not go hungry
seven kinds of dog biscuits
Dear Rupert Whippet
I am not really a Grinch
here have a cookie.
Dog is safe inside
locked behind the mudroom door
howling heard for miles.
Good morning Rupert
Lets put on your fleece jacket
Brrr it's cold today.
You are at my heels
when I'm trying to sneak out
a Whippet is fast.
Got the car warmed up
dog blanket in the back seat
lets go for a ride.
Must not forget Norman
Norm is overweight
two scoops of low cal kibbles
licks from the dog's dish.
© 2012 Verlie Burroughs