Saturday, November 05, 2011

Swami

Dogs understand everything. This is why they are often found playing dead, or maniacally flinging dirt from the ground into the air.

When not sleeping or doing tricks for reward, dogs devote much of life to meditation. Lying on the couch while you are out, or sitting outside the market waiting on Saturday mornings, dogs are filing it all away in their minds.

With experience, dogs interpret everything correctly. You could fill book after book with the thoughts of dogs, if there were a language suited to them. Their concentrated stares swell with insights they can’t articulate.

Instead the corners and stairs fill with fur, enough to build five new dogs for each existing one, which increases crowdedness and creates static, but enlightens no one, and often serves to make them irksome.

2 comments:

Kathleen said...

Big (furry) smile.

NE said...

Do I feel a "dog" poem coming on? Hope so! It's a genre unto itself and I've read some good ones (like, sadly, Updike's "Dog's Death").

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