“I’ve seen a look in dogs’ eyes, a quickly vanishing look of amazed contempt, and I am convinced that basically dogs think humans are nuts.”
The old Brown Dog will trod sullenly and often muzzle a frown.
For all the outdoor disturbances she has begun.
Forbid, a rodent foolishly, saunter by.
As the Ancient One, will be off like a bullet from a gun.
there are threats of ‘turning the car’ around.
My Old Hound goes for a ride…
Such as a wallflower to class clown.
With all the verbal reprimand,
I find the parental conversation,
All the dog years of tailored, training, tactics,
I must admit,
‘Ye, Olde Hound keeps chasing the ball.’
Always with playful, sorrowful, brown eyes…
I am the guilt ridden one.