I don't think I know what it is about dogs,
that wraps my heart strings all in a bind.
I'm not sure why my heart gets so attached
in spite of the thoughts, saying no, in my mind.
I can't figure out why there's something inside
that responds so fast to a dog's wagging tail,
or why I fall so easy and quick
but I do it ever and again without fail
Could it be their eyes so brilliant and dark
that see through my shell and know I will fall?
That look up at me with mischief aglow
that remind me of every dog I recall?
Do they see me and know that I've had dogs before
that left great memories of days in the sun,
of running and walking through fields and wood,
and wandering in the dark when the day is done?
Could it be that they have such energetic zeal?
They think each day is a great day to live,
and life is a grand big game that they play.
Or is it the joy in abundance they give?
Maybe it's the instinct, though they see it as fun,
to chase every bird, every squirrel and rabbit.
Though seldom successful they go every time
trying to pursue that deep seated habit.
Maybe it's the way they look lying down
in a bright sunny spot or in the deep shade.
How they stretch out and circle and let out a yawn
then drop all care like they've got it made.
Maybe it's the tongue all hot and sloppy
and wet and smelly with doggy breath.
that they try to use to lick hand and face,
a happy assault, trying to lick you to death.
I think it's all of these things, and more.
I think it's the way they sit by your side
just being your friend that you so badly need
when you're sad and alone and wanting to hide
It's it's the way they're there and ever true
and always support you when push comes to shove
It's companionship on every road
But most of all it's unconditional love.
dedicated to all the "good boys" that have each enriched my life
with something only a good dog can give
every dog is different and they always take a chunk of your heart
when they go.
(c) May 4, 2021. James L Frady
