OVER THE TOP DOG LOVER
I pride myself in being able to compose
Humorous verse (and sometimes comedic prose)
About any topic, esoteric or mundane,
Serious, frivolous, intellectual, inane.
However, I’ve found my literary Waterloo –
The one subject, though I try, I just can’t seem to do
With an interesting perspective or biting wit,
Sharp insight or even one cynical bit.
I’m too much of a crazy dog lover, I confess,
To see anything to ridicule, any excess,
In my relationship with my dogs, and theirs with me;
Not master/pet, but inter-species family.
To me my dogs are interesting, fun and appealing.
It’s a challenge to guess what they’re thinking and feeling.
They’re endlessly entertaining and great company
And diminish the need for psychotherapy.
I love being greeted with hysterics at the door
(Not so much when they also pee on the floor).
Who doesn’t want to feel appreciated and missed;
To feel someone’s so grateful and happy you exist?
I don’t see begging when I’m stared at while I eat –
It’s a shared love of food, not just angling for a treat.
It makes me feel safe and secure in my house
When I’m warned, at top volume, if a raccoon or mouse,
A car, bike or neighbor gets dangerously near
Or if the Fed Ex man should suddenly appear.
I want my dogs ensconced on the sofa with me
When I settle down to read, nap or watch TV.
They are always content with the programs I choose
And at any time, will gladly join me for a snooze.
This is total and complete compatibility;
All that non-judgmental companionship should be.
I don’t mind being jumped on or licked in the face
I don’t have an issue with “invasion” of my “space”.
My dogs share my bed and I’d be in a muddle,
Unable to sleep without a dog to cuddle.
So what if I’m cramped and can’t stretch out at night?
You know, sprawling is not a constitutional right.
I love doggie spooning and nuzzling and feel
That tension evaporates and my mind starts to heal
The moment I stroke that soft body and those ears
And look in those adoring eyes – Nirvana appears.
When it comes to what dogs add to my existence
I’m not at all objective and have no resistance
To their warmth and “joie” and other endearing traits.
They give the best of what you get from friends and mates.
Most dogs are more humane than most people I know
And for loyalty and giving, they win, place, and show.
I’m mush when I talk about their attributes and charms
And sincerely hope I die with a dog in my arms.
If I continue to gush and praise them to the skies
I know I’ll never win any writing prize.
But please, if I’m reincarnated, just let me be
A dog with a human as besotted as me!