The Dog Appears (And I get to feel like a hero)

The dog appears

As I am passed out drunk

Late last night

The cat instantly confronts him

The Guard Cat (LOL)

I attempt to throw this strange window crashing dog out but cannot

I go back to bed

When I wake up, I think the window jumping dog is gone

But it is not

It is at the foot of the couch

A very sweet dog

But my cat hates other animals

I throw it out

Dragging it by the collar

It will not leave the porch

It hides behind the armchair

Which belonged to my neighbor’s deceased partner

And I picked up off the curb

I go to get cigarettes and later, espresso

The dog remains

I return to the coffee house

Inquire if there is a dog person

‘speaking’

I tell him I have checked the internet ID and it is not found, that the dog is terrified to go outside, and I think it has been abused, so I will not make fliers

He says I’ll come check it out after my other shift

My dog needs a playmate

Unless it’s a real old dog

I say I don’t think so, uncertainly

I am not a dog person

But after I get home and close the porch door to keep it in for its adopter

I hear the tags of dog who would not move from behind the armchair, or eat

Ringing

The owner, a beautiful young woman has come by, on foot

She says he is not abused

merely terrified of storms

I believe

She is so happy to find her dog

I begin to feel like a hero in a minute

But the dog found me, I did not find him

She is very thankful

I got a leash from my mom

Because I figured it would need a walk before Jake got off work

Not that it would have come out

Even though it was sunny now

It would not eat, even

I ask her if she needs a leash

And she says no, I’ll just carry him

Thank you so much

I would never name a dog Sebastian

But I am not a dog person

I like dogs now

But I don’t need an animal that needs to be walked

That needs care

Three times a day at least

Fin

Summer Archives #7

Dog

Noble creature of the Earth

Mild tempered lad

Of a good home

Bored out of his skull

At mommy’s work

Plays footsie with me

And naps intermittently, on the rug, in the entryway

I, writing poetry, as the tech work assignments have defeated me at every turn

Dog don’t care!

He don’t care how broke I am either

Nuff said

Dog

Dog

Noble creature of the earth

Mild tempered lad

Of a good home

Bored out of his skull

At mommmy’s work

Plays footsie with me

And naps intermittently

On the rug

In the entryway

Writing poetry

As the tech work assignments

Have defeated me at every turn

DOG DON’T CARE!

He don’t care how broke I am either

Nuff said