to Hang with a Dog

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Nothing but fictional logos.

A place to put things…

when there is nothing but comfort between you and me.

Storage sheds made of un-evolved wood.

Denizens that have come and gone.

Potted, elemental, melting pots…wary of humans on the sly.

Mixed with pedigree

and,

breeds of shelter goods.

All in tow…lulled to the question, why.

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As I watch,

my venerable hound,

purposely toil her way up the passage,

decidedly being syrup slow.

The thoroughfare is muted.

Not a cloud dresses the sky.

Not a gesture of intolerance crosses her mind.

Temples of the Dog

The temples of the dog…

feed the restless, the lonely, the down and out.

In the massive fields of daisy and blues, always intense…the wanting to move.

The temples of the dog…are indulged in only you.

Latent beauty of kinship rollicking through and through.

Above and below the strictness of un-tethered land, a mystery for both woman and man.

Doubtless, am I, as to nostalgic past, I relish the tussled mane, the hackles…brittle and crass.

Temples of the dog…

‘I watch in awe that such simplicity and speed. Can encompass such great desire to please.’

Dog’s Playlist

People let me tell you ’bout my best friend
He’s a warm hearted person who’ll love me ’til the end
People let me tell you bout my best friend
He’s a one boy cuddly toy, my up, my down, my pride and joy

In Search of America

Charley doesn’t have our problems. He doesn’t belong to a species clever enough to split the atom but not clever enough to live in peace with itself. He doesn’t even know about race, nor is he concerned with his sisters’ marriage. It’s quite the opposite. Once Charley fell in love with a dachshund, a romance racially unsuitable, physically ridiculous, and mechanically impossible. But all these problems Charley ignored. He loved deeply and tried dogfully. It would be difficult to explain to a dog the good and moral purpose of a thousand humans gathered to curse one tiny human. I’ve seen a look in dogs’ eyes, a quick and vanishing look of amazed contempt, and I am convinced that basically dogs think humans are nuts

Travels with Charley

 

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A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike.  =Steinbeck