I’m taking a break from the election (Please! Please! When will it be over?) to announce that my poem immortalizing my beloved pooch, Molly, has just been published in June Cotner’s DOG BLESSINGS. See the poem below, and here’s the link to June’s website where you can buy the book and read bios of all the contributors. (You can also get the book in the usual other places.) This little book is a sweet compilation of “Poem’s, Prose, and Prayers Celebrating Our Relationship with Dogs.” Divided into sections including “A Dog’s World,” “Puppies,” “Our Bond,” “Devotion,” “Aging Gracefully,” “Partings,” “Reflections,” and “Prayer’s, Blessings, and Inspiration,” the book includes work by wonderful dog loving poets from all over the country. A great gift for a dog lover…. Really!
Below left: This serious (although very cute) dog posing with the book is June’s.
Below right: Whereas that extraordinary dog below is Molly and her friend Huddie. (Molly’s the chocolate)
WHAT? YOUR DOG DOESN’T TALK?
Mine does. Mine talks a blue streak.
Has a full English vocabulary, colloquial and formal,
uses simple and complex sentences,
and muscular prose,
accompanied by a full range of gestures, tricks and expressions.
Grammatically iffy sometimes, but always deeply felt.
A fine sprinkling of Italian and Yiddish, too.
Here is a sampling:
· Welcome to our house. I’m Miss Molly. See. It says so on my chair.
· Mom, can you believe it? This guy won’t get out of the car. He thinks I look fierce. Ha. Ha. Ha.
· I prefer THIS chaise lounge (chair, rug, hole) right now, and if I turn around three times first, it’ll be even more perfect. Ain’t life grand?
· I’m really, REALLY sorry, Mom. I didn’t feel well.
· Move over, would you? And by the way, I was here first.
· I’ll come when you show me the goods.
· Okay then, if I lie down and put my face on the floor between my paws, will you PLEASE give me some?
· Are you upset, Mom? Here. Let me love you . . . put my head on your thigh . . . lick your face . . . rub your nose . . . put my paws around your neck . . . make you laugh with a brilliant antic. Or we can just sit here, if you want.
· Are you talking AGAIN about what a great dog I am? Talk on, and I’ll listen and thump.
· Ummmm. Get a load of these lilacs . . . carrion . . . goose (horse, dog, rabbit) poop . . . new mown grass . . . fish . . . birds . . . air . . . the weird smell in the hallway. Life is delicious, and smells SOOOOOO great.
· Okay. If I can’t come, I’ll just wait here until you get home.
· Oooooh! I just LOVE it when you brush me . . . tickle my ears . . . rub my belly . . . my hind quarters . . . that place on my back . . . no, not there! THERE!
· Ahhhhhhh! This is the life.