this dog

by Bugandthebee April. 24, 2016 2836 views

happy birthday peanut


by Tony Hoagland

Who knew that the sweetest pleasure of my fifty-eighth year would turn out to be my friendship with the dog?

That his trembling, bowlegged bliss at seeing me stand there with the leash would give me a feeling I had sought throughout my life?

Now I understand those old ladies walking their Chihuahuas in the dusk, plastic bag wrapped around one hand,

content with a companionship that, whatever else you think of it, is totally reliable.

And in the evening, at cocktail hour, I think tenderly of them

in all of those apartments on the fourteenth floor holding out a little hotdog on a toothpick

to bestow a luxury on a friend who knows more about uncomplicated pleasure

than any famous lobbyist for the mortal condition.
These barricades and bulwarks against human loneliness,

they used to fill me with disdain, but that was before I found out my metaphysical needs could be so easily met

by the wet gaze of a brown-and-white retriever with a slight infection of the outer ear and a tail like a windshield wiper.

I did not guess that love would be returned to me as simply as a stick returned when it was thrown

again and again and again— in fact, I still don’t exactly comprehend.

What could that possibly have to teach me about being human?

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Jay Boggess 5 years, 3 months ago

Such heart-felt sentiments.....makes me weep....
Dogs make people, better you so poetically reinforce here.......Bravo!

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