Little Doggy, Big Meal

Dear apartment manager: I’ve decided that it would be best that I move next month due to the fact that too many tenants constantly let their little dogs run loose off-leash all over the building and its property. My pet is a dog that is naturally wired to chase small, furry things that resemble rodents that fit in purses and the like. Since the leash rule here isn’t apparently enforced, it’s just a matter of time until my little precious devours some woman’s jittery yippy ornament as if it were a squirrel wrapped in a milk bone with a bow on it. It’d be best if we’d left, yes?



Accord. Acknowledgment. Commitment. Cohabitation. Love. Diggity dog.

Looking around this den of old charm, antiquities and queries, this apartment of weird furniture and hanging frames, it seems that this place just may need a woman’s touch.

Welcome, new dog. New female dog. New 1-year-old little child of a dog, a sweet, big eyed, sleek lover, licker and nuzzler, this beautiful new animal into my home.

Rabbit The Dog

Lost dog
Apparent spring,
March forth into new wilds
With fresh beginnings.

Speckled and slung with a nose searching mischief,
Wild and running into nighttime waiting eyes,
Feral though loyal, Rabbit sought her reasons
Buried in dark evenings and when she found
The right time she returned to the sky.
Brilliant animal whose sly wit and cunning advantage
Made monkeys of people and prodigies of dogs.
Brown marks concealing her form
Against the green of Oregon’s arms
Allowed her liberty to stalk and prod
Up and down neighborhoods and wetlands.
Bound in the house during times of youth
Stifling the fury in her animal bones
Containing such raucous desire
Proved the finish of many chewable objects
Her belly was the mecca for faces and rubbing,
Clean your ears and throw her soft spots at you
Only hands could restrain her fence-breaking ways.
No trash bin safe
Or rodent nearby, no feline was clear
Until the dog found more interesting distractions.
Jumping like some dingo kangaroo
Towards the towering trees that held squirrels safe,
The beast in her skin just wanted to play.
And say hi.

Li’l Afternoon Nightmare

Paralyzed larynx, anaphylactic shock,
All we did was go for a walk
my buddy was having a ball
running up and down downtown blocks.

Panic occurs in degrees.
When my dog drops and seizes,
Panting and frothing, eyes dying to breathe
is when I’m frantic and on my knees.

Cold towels, tears and prayers were all I had. And he used them all to barely escape the woods.

Men And The Friends They’re Glad They Have

Keep thinking the dog is right around the corner as it then occurs to me that I’m alone in my apartment and no one else is here, or was waiting for me, or coming home, or walking around the corner. Lifestyle changes are wonderful but can also be tremendously difficult, changing a Lifestyles is even tougher due to the spermicide and the whatnot of the thingajiggy. Being lonely is similar to being alone, but with much more time to think about events, people, choices one’s made all good and bad. Vastly more space for the swallowing and digesting of the pills for our ills, without delay or distraction. No one nearby to offer suggestions or delusions. When a young buck becomes an old dog overnight the days now come even faster so each moment better be savored for every sweet morsel they are.

Waitaminute. We’re still talking about the dog…