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Coy dog pondering
I looked at the dog, the dog looked at me. We have similar eyes, the mutt and I, but mine have less goop. She yelped. I refrained.
It was a dog day on South Congress, literally: The weekly SoCo Dog Adoptions colonized their usual spot between Mars and the San Jose (not the planet, not the California city), dotting the area with makeshift pens for adoptable doggies. Today’s exhibition happened to coincide with that bounding swell of canine fabulousness, the Mighty Texas Dog Walk, downtown. (Ogle the Statesman’s pooch parade gallery HERE).
I’m in feral frame of mind. I’m thinking about dogs more than normal. I have dog dreams; dogs won’t let this sleeping man lie. Also: I bought a boatsize new bed and frame. I can envisage a medium hound pouncing and bouncing on the bed. And then eating it.
Dog idea: Waning with haste.
Not really. After the rat losses, and considering I love dogs more than any living creatures after dolphins and Anne Hathaway’s teeth, a pack of anonymous dogs, breeds changing kaleidoscopically, has been charging through my head. They pant. Tails wag. Paws gallop. They look like they’re having a ball. (Some of them do have balls — tennis balls, in their mouths.)
The SoCo show was thrown by the sweethearts of Austin Pets Alive!, whose mission is to rescue animals this close to being put down. So the dozen or so dogs there cheated death like a Disney creature — barely, and with a mix of horror and life-assessing glee.
You guys look like a good idea. Right?
I petted and talked to most of them. Some kept on playing with their pen pals. Others sang and whooped at my face. A few snoozed, cosseted in donated blankies. A litter of now-mange-free puppies wore various tiny T-shirts.
I felt for all of them. They pawed at my shuttered heart. Maybe I’ll install a doggie door right there.
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By stevear
April 14, 2009 12:59 PM | Link to this
Right on man; though mans’ best bud needs a party pal way more often than a rodent and they chew alot and i won’t talk poop. I own four small funky dogs; Lou-lou, Bongo, Chile and Pulgita really love me. Did i mention you’ll meet chicks?