Dog Poetry

Posted on November 18, 2008 in Dogs

I have watched my dog devote himself most intently to the snuffling of a tree, a stone, or, in one case, a particular lavender bush in Concourse Park. Being a short-snubbed Boston Terrier, he possesses fewer smell receptors, I suppose, than the 220 million gifted your average German Shepherd or Lab but he still hunts odor like the glaucoma-impaired [[Monet]] hunted color at [[Giverny]].

One can’t imagine the nares-driven richness of a dog’s world. If a dog were to write poetry, we could only render it faintly in our world of sights and sounds as “sniff sniff sniff snort. Deep snort. sniff sniff. Deep snort.” or maybe “Xena the [[Patterdale Terrier|Patterdale Terrier’s]] urine blending sensuously with whiffs of the lavender bush”. Oh there must be love in these grunts, rupturing as they do from the emanations of a passing stray because my Drake drills his fore-shortened schnozz deep into the grass when he experiences them. A short bark is all the declamation he gives in their honor, but I know he feels much more.

Whenas on paws my Xena goes,
Then, then, methinks, how sweetly flows
The olafaction ((I’m taking liberties with the spelling here. Sue me!)) of her toes!