I dream of dogness

If I had
A canine lifestyle
I would retreat into a Collie bitch pack
Rise at 5 for walkies

Watch eyes and noses for
Movement of other, or weather
Or the sweet smell of carrion
On the wind; date stamped.

I would clean dirty paws
Tolerate garlicky dog breath
Allow occasional bore holes to appear
In the ground I kept

Not mind a whooping up to visitors
A passing of bark and paw.
A rejection of film night – rolling on backs
Requests for a more doggy inclusiveness.
Albeit unusual

Ask their permission to go out once in a while
And otherwise, Walk first
Keep their company, and be happy with it.
Furry barometers. Olfactory wizards.

I should fear their departure. Or mine.
And we'd talk about these things at length
I should find them aunts and uncles to adopt
Swap secrets and dander with.

Then accept it.
I’m sure I shall.