A poem (I wrote) about Jake
If He Could Speak
What would he say to me -- this yellow half-breed of a dog --
if he could speak?
Would he tell me how he resented being called “Right Shoulder”
for the first 10 weeks of his life before he came to us?
Would he tell us how much he hated the trainer who taught him
obedience like a Nazi SS man??
Would he congratulate himself on robbing the old Dylan of his
alpha dog standing in our house?
Would he complain about all the days when he walks around
kong-in-mouth begging for someone to throw it?
Would he brag about his success in the kibble strike that
resulted in my making his food now?
Would he pour out his jealousy of listening to our love-making as
he remembers his manhood was taken at an early age?
Would he take on the surliness of a teenager who is out to
impress upon the world that he is in control?
All questions that remain answerless as he carefully licks a paw
and settles in for yet another nap on the black couch.
5 Comments:
Bravo! It's always fascinating to speculate about what animals are thinking. I always wondered the same thing about my cat, and now wonder about Ernie and Ruby. They get a certain expression on their face and you can tell SOMETHING is going on up there, but who knows??
Aww...That's so sweet!
What a sweet photo of Jake! I can almost reach out and pet him...
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I sometimes feel I can HEAR Paco think. Especially when he mutters something under his breath. They are so sweet, aren`t they? Maybe just BECAUSE they can`t talk! Good poem.
And right, no ducks on the table anymore!
Maybe he's just happy to be lucky enough to find himself in your house; though, none of us ever are. I'd bet he misses Dylan and his boy. He worried about you with a broken hip. He enjoys the attention you give.
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