Tag: Dog
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Walking in the Rain
Walking in the RainI don’t know why rain breaks my heart.No one I loved ever died on a rainy day.In my life, it has become an elegy to sunshine.Maybe, it’s because rain feels like tears.I go outside when it reduces to a soft drizzle,just before the scent of petrichor has settled into the earth,my dog…
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Chihuaha of the Manor
Aye, I am Chihuahua! Canis familiaris! Land piranha, heir to Aztec dreams, nipping at heels that dare invade my kingdom. I am Queen Sharma, noble warrior reborn, small but mighty, heart bursting with pride. My eyes bulge with fiery determination, my joints tremble as the post-alus carrier-alopulus approaches, skies on his shoulders, ivory crowning his…
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I Think My Dog Needs a Bath
The dust of my house pirouettes to its own song, a dog-nosed existence in gray arrangements— the particulate matter of belly rubs and hocks stirring in a delicate assemblé of dog hair waiting for the start of heartfelt applause.
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Living With the Zoomies
I wish I was my dog, keeping the scent ofspring sunshine on everything forever inside.How I envy this creature that knows sky is the color of all the aromas of nature,that beauty is the crush of every nose that breathesin its reeling sunlight.It must be so delicious for him to sniff the scintillating buzz of…
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Gift of a Good Little Girl
After brooding on many deaths I decided to take a walk in the bright winter sunbefore it steals away for the coming night.The wind is blowing harsh, delivering a muddle of birdsong,cacophonies of voices,mostly from behind,one or two familiar,but only one voice,now in front, wasclear and distinct. A little dog, maybe, a chi or a…
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Grief Dog
Our new dog, a chihuahua mini husky mix,tries to fill, with kisses, the space of all the dogs before, even some of the people. I think he could smell the ashes on themantle of all those that came before him, feels the grief in us that ebbs and flows. I have a sizable collection grown…
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Walking the Beach With My Wife and Dog
This beach walk like all the others will be erased soon,but for nowthere is a line or two for us.
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The Call of the Wild
What does a dog know of being a wolf, a wolf know of being a dog? The wolf howls not to understand the moon but to know itself in the community of nature, to shout out its place in the pack and among the stars. It knows hunger that a dog will…
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Dog Acts
I like America’s Got Talent, especially when they have dog acts. I love dog acts. I cry at dog acts. I wish dog acts would bark and chase those young kids and aspiring adults who sing opera every year and get into the semifinals off the stage; chase the pretentious dance troupes and acrobats;…