Dog smiles laying down in middle of street with four paws stretching out as she pants and relaxes for it is hot outside with a cool breeze blowing through trees on an early June afternoon.
I saw a deer the other day
Made me think of my dog
Who passed away last year.
She would stop our walk;
Crouch low to ground
In lion huntress mode.
She would stalk quietly forward
On silent paws as she eyed her prey.
Inch by inch she would move closer
Until last minute she lunge in huge leap
To try to the deer which now fled the scene.
She would huff; she would cry
Let go of leash for I want to chase deer.
I missed our walks and adventures
Not knowing what wild animals would appear.
I didn’t hear your voice.
I was using my four paws
to dig a hole to China
while having an umbrella held
in my tail to shade my head
from the on comimg rain of blue locusts.
I didn’t hear your voice.
I thought it was you
but my fur started tingling
with high magentic reaction.
For I am afraid of stotms.
Luckily cool bath tub
muffles sound when no
windows are in bathroom.
I am not the social dog on the block.
I am the silent one
as my eyes speak their words.
I am your child
who runs to you
hiding behind when scared.
I am her love springing out
giving fountain of wet
water licking on your hand.
I am wearing glasses
to amuse your black box of a camera
you have as you take photos of me.
I am shedding my fur
for you to keep
as a reminder
when I finally pass
from this world.
Chelsey liked to chased wild animals
Her focus would never waver
But deer were what she favor
For they would catch her eye
She would hunker down low
On silent paws she would move slow
Trying not draw attention
As she inch as close as she could get
That would be until the deer sees the threat
Chase would be on as she lunged forward
Me on other end trying not to stumble
As she lets off a huff and a grumble
Trying her best to keep pace
Until she finally gives up the race
No more car rides with my dog
Back seat is empty where she once lie
No dog looking out window
Or raising snout for a quick whiff
When window was down
Dog cover is still on
Still has scent and fur upon it
Ever so often strand of fur flies to front seat
I look in rear mirror to see if she is there
But, no dog lies in back seat anymore
I have come to write my thank you, to you, oh dog.
In your dense thick fur I have made my home.
I am small enough to enjoy the whole vastness of the fur.
Your fur is jungle as I navigate from one end to another
As I try to escape your paws from scratching your fur.
I will not leave now as your fur is nice and warm.
I am digging in with my all my legs and unpacked my stuff.
I thank you again for the new home and giving you the bite of a flea.
— From Flea
Dearest Flea, I received your short letter.
I am unhappy you made me your home and I don’t want you in my fur.
You make me itchy making me scratch my fur constantly.
I want you find another dog to bother and not me.
You are so small I have hard time trying to reach you.
I have tried everything on my own to get rid of your annoyingness.
But, now I have whined and showed my owner I need help.
They have found something to get rid you.
So, enjoy your brief stay until the flea and tick solution kicks in.
For I will be glad when you die and fall out of my fur.
— From Dog
One stroke starts the painting
More brush stroke added
A portion done; let it dry
Small sections fill in
Painting comes alive
Mix paint for background
Large brush moves up and down
All around dog in the middle
Almost done; details added
Chelsey dog in painting almost real
Another portrait painting of my dog finished
Note: Painting her brings me closer to her. I still miss her.