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The Male Dog, a Poem
I've fostered a few dogs, lately...
mutts with shady attitudes, or
unfortunate habits- hard to break,
Copper, a beagle, pug, chihuahua mix,
a perfect storm of beagle belling (a startling noise),
was my first gift-
stubborn pug, and buggly eyes,
and the chihuahua entitlement, all
rolled into one package,
he searched for the perfect place in the universe
to drop his precious pile o' pooh...
maybe over this snowbank, or
down that trail the owner likes to protect
(with his 12 gauge).....
and pee was worse, Copper's pee was worth
a goddamn mint, the way he meted it out!
His owner(on vacation), the local word for jail,
claimed him at last, but no sooner did Mary
have a replacement for me, Little Joe...
a wheezing, crippled chihuahua who peed
and pooped at will, if not taken out 19 times a day,
I'm vacationing, (not jail) from his onerous cough,
which only appears if he's not pleased with the service,
so back to the owner, for a day or two, to let
me heal my brain from the constant grate of his displeasure,
Listen Mary, if you read this-
When I buried Bobby Girl, that was the end to
cats; I'd had the best cat in the universe...
And it's the same with Athena for dogs...
why mess with perfection?
No. My life is not OVER.
NOT lonely.. not sad at all...
by and by....
I'll see them racing across Ollinger's field,
to greet me again...
I'll be home.