A freaky thing just happened to me.


Two months ago, I had to find a place to live because my wife was having an affair and she was making life unbearable for me. I was in a hurry, and so I had to find the cheapest decent place available. I rented a tiny bachelor apartment, but I had to give half my stuff away (I had no room for any furniture). Then she moved and told me to get rid of our dog. I found a good home for him and haven't seen him in a month. He just showed on my doorstep
Does anyone have a poem for this?

"I "Love Summer more than I hate Winter"

Jean-Paul I do not have a poem but I do have a kind word. I hope you can find everything your looking for. Maybe the dog on your doorstep is a sign that things aren't always as bad as they seem. Good luck. J

I bookmarked this page a while back:

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This one is particularly poignant:


The dog of God has no free will.
He lives by the master's convenience.
Left alone for long periods to fend for himself,
Nothing to drink, not a scrap in the bowl.
Parasites, ear mites, worms in the flesh.
The rapier teeth of a hundred invaders
Have left their marks, and the old whiskered maw
Is white with the years. A cataract clouds
The left brown eye, the malformed other perpetually weeps.
His loping gait is long since gone, he limps
And hobbles from gate to gate.
But when the Master returns from his business
The hound of heaven staggers down the path to meet him,
Manged tail clapping with joy.

Can't think of a poem, but it's essentially the plotline of Lassie come Home.

pam

Charles Bukowski liked dogs, and often compared them (favourably) to women. This little poem is from his book "Love is a Dog from Hell."
Good luck, Jean-Paul.




dog


a single dog
walking alone on a hot sidewalk of
summer
appears to have the power
of ten thousand gods.

why is this?

Dogs are not like women.

The later you come home, the HAPPIER the dog is !