A Dog's Life

By luigi_pagano

Thu, 24 Aug 2017
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I went out one morning
- it was quarter to nine -
and trotting at my side
was a pregnant canine.
But as I progressed
through a dense fog
I suddenly realised
that I didn’t own a dog.
I looked at the animal
- she was a red setter –
and made a decision:
I must know her better.
My first question was:
to whom do you belong?
It’s not that I dislike you,
do not get me wrong,
but we must ascertain
the right owner’s I.D.
because I’ll have you know
that that man isn't me.
I patted her gently,
looked her in the eye,
told her: I have to go
and must say goodbye.
I thought that she replied
‘OK, you are the boss
but if you let me go
it will be your loss.’
It was at that point
that I just gave up.
Now I am the owner
of a bitch and a pup.
 
© Luigi Pagano 2017
Certificate U
Poem
Mutevoli pensieri
Surreal

Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Bit of fun. I presume no ID found. My in-laws long ago found a kitten in an ornamental well in the overgrown garden of the empty house next door. Hence the kitten was called 'Ding Dong' after the nursery rhyme. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

No ID and no dogs either, Rhiannon. Simply a pleasant walk into the realm of fantasy and fun to write.

Luigi x

 

Submitted by celticman on

aha, know the feeling, that's how my partner acquired a cat. 

 

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

Cats have a way of sneaking into one's life and then take over, Jack.
You might own a dog but cats own you

Cheers.

 

Submitted by Ray Schaufeld on

Aww, sweet tale. My cats know their place umm its either indoors, sometimes one on my bed and the other underneath. or outdoors as they climb walls and roofs and they usually come running for breakfast and din smiley

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

I am very conversant with cats' wiles, Elsie. We used to have Toby, a black and white tom - very independent - who decided when to stay in or to go out. He was fond of the food that the vets said was bad for him and disdained the healthy alternatives they recommended.
He seemed to know his true owner: my younger daughter who got him as a kitten and who left him in our care when she went to college. Whenever she picked him up he would rest his head on her shoulder. He sensed when she was coming home and would sit on the windowsill long before we heard her car approaching.