After the awesome book that enlightened me about cats' behavior and intentions, I Could Pee on This: And Other Poems by Cats, I had to read this one.
I had dogs and cats, and I love them equally. I mean, there are some prejudices about dogs being dumber than cats, supported by media everywhere.
But I don't believe that, really...
Anyway, lovely book of poems. It has four chapters that help you to understand your furry friend, a little bit more. There are some insightful points of view here. They have feelings too, you know. For example, if you're about to give them some food, don't stop to do your stuff, feed them first. You already showed them the can/bag of food. THEY KNOW. Don't make them feel this way:
Dance of JoyThis is the dance I do for you, do for youThis is the dance I do for youAs you get my can of foodThis is the twirl I do for you, do for youThis is the twirl I do for youAs you open my can of foodThis is the leap I do for you, do for youThis is the eight-foot vertical leapI do for youAs you stop serving my food to answerthe phoneThis is me running in a sheer panic,wild panicThis is me running in desperate,gasping, blind panicAs you continue to talk on the phone...… THIS IS ME LOSING MY [censored] MINDMY [censored] BRAINS, MY [censored] COOLTHIS IS ME WONDERING WHAT THE [censored]COULD BE SO [censored] IMPORTANTTHAT YOU’RE STILL ON THE [censored] PHONEThis is me realizing I was howling out loud,really loudAnd that perhaps I overreactedjust a littleAnd so this is me eating the foodyou give to me, always give to me
There are little gems all over this book:
Where Are You?!?I was so worriedI was so scaredI thought that I had lost youAnd the life that we both sharedI searched through the entire houseFrom the basement to the atticThe living, dining, and bedroomsEven the trash cans, because I was franticUp and down the staircaseBack and forth across the hallsIn and out through every doorLouder and louder were my callsI had given up every hopeI had given in to despairI had given the bad news to the pet catWho gave me a look before re-licking her hairBut just when all seemed lost, I found youAnd it gave my heart a rushTo see you sitting—startled, but alive and wellSo if you don’t mind,I’ll just stay here until you flush
The desperate sense of loss in this poem is overwhelming. You can only imagine this dog's smile when its owner was found.
I Dropped a BallI dropped a ball in your lapIt’s time to playI just put a ball in your lapSo it’s time to playSee that ball I placed in your lap?That means it’s time to playYou can have your emergency appendectomyAny other dayBut I dropped a ball in your lapAnd now it’s time to play
Yes dog, people should know their priorities!
WingmanI wag my tailI tilt my headI give a little winkI flash my smileI show my bellyI give a little lickI do it allFrom sit to speakTo attract women far and nearThen you chime inWith something about “fan fiction”And I realize we’re going to die alone
LassieHow comeWith just a few barksEveryone can understandThat Lassie is sayingTimmy fell down the wellBut with my endless whining and gnawingYou can’t understandThat I am sayingI’d rather the earth swallowed me wholeThan go out in public wearing this raincoat
I loved this book. Happy reading!