Sleeping dog at her master's feet,
oblivious to cares, her life complete.
What more could she need?
Her master is the one to take heed.
A dog can be a companion for life,
or so says my lovely wife.
A life of leisure, the run of the house,
I speak of my dog, not my spouse.
When she comes to nap, her pad on the floor,
moving in circles, tail hitting the door.
She paws and scratches the pad on the ground,
in spiraling circles, round and round.
Somehow she knows when it's just right
Curls up on her bed, snug and tight.
I watch this ritual of preparing the bed,
instinctively done 'ere she lays down her head.
With her, by the foot of my easy chair,
I sometimes nod off, a nap to share.
She snores, sighs deeply, seeming to talk,
deep in dreams, reliving her favorite walk.
Barely disturbed, if on her sleep I intrude,
voicing cares and concerns, seeking solutions that elude.
She offers no trite or unwanted advice,
a companion who listens is rare and nice.
"A dog is Man's best friend" ,said my old Grandpa.
And she peers at me intently, her chin on her paw.
She teaches me, with her puppy dog stare,
that to be a friend, a companion, one has only to be there.
Friends don't complain, criticize, or compare
to others about failings, fears, and feelings you share.
My dog for one, understands the essence,
friends are meant to be a reliable presence.
Original Work by Jeff Vidrine Copyright © 2010 published @ Helium.com
1 comment:
Jeff-I lived on Felicity Street (where the road is old brick ) for 9 years. It was 2 blocks away from the St. Thomas Projects. I bought a little red female Doberman..Dixie.She was truly my baby. I took her first two years and did nothing else but go to work and train her.No boyfriend, no social life -just me and Dixie Doodle. She became so smart I would reason she understood as many words as a two or three year old. Dobermans, being very vocal, I actually taught her vocalize words. We started with uh-huh. I would ask her if she was hungry and then repeat with an exagerated high-pitched uh-huh. I did this for about two years. I was sitting at the kitchen table and she came and sat and stared at me-hence ,she wanted something. I looked and asked, "are you hungry" and she started shaking excitedly and let out a long UH-HUH.I laughed til I cried. It was a Helen Keller -at -the -pump moment because she knew what it meant.She learned I am hungry and water. She could say, I gotta go. There was not so much pronunciation as it was she had syllables down pat. What a divine animal she was. I love you Dixie Doodle
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