More Dog Walking

More Dog Walking

One ThingWinterPoems

Mar 5

Written By BRUCE HARRIS

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Two dogs running playfully through snow - a black and white spotted dog chasing a shaggy white and black dog during winter walk on pristine white snowfield - fine art nature photography by Bruce Harris — *More Dog Walking | Image by Bruce Harris*

My dog rolls in dung on the trail.

I shouldn't mince words, I think it

was dog shit.

Then he ate it.

In his own way

after he has done his deed

I think he smiles at me

and now I know what

a shit-eating grin is.

I suppose I could find out why

a dog rolls in dung

bathes in it

but I would rather just wonder.

He also eats leaves

dives into the murky muddled

spring melt puddled in the prairie

chest high soaking him brown

and dripping with vital ooze.

If he, I wonder, came across

breath mints on the trail

would he eat them, at least for me?

If a stray lavender vile of

scented hair conditioner happened

to be blowing down the path

would he pause his cavorting

take a considerate moment to apply?

Probably not.

Now we venture onward into trees

crossing paths with a female mix

black and white and sleek and wagging her tail.

The dogs spin and dance. She may be asking

what are you wearing you sexy beast?