Got a good stick.
Getting all the good
Out of this good
--Joey, cropped a little too close
"The move came at a bad time for me.
The squirrel that I buried in the leafwallow . . .
And now I'll never see
What was hiding in the loghollow.
They can't have known.
Here, there's just a small lawn."
--Bandit, so soulful
Poems by Roy Blount, Jr., inspired by photographs by Valerie Shaff (not shown here, obviously), from If only you knew how much I smell you: True portraits of dogs (undated, A Bullfinch Press Book)
Dear readers who think that I'm playing favorites on this blog should send in photos of their own dogs. You send 'em; I'll post 'em. --z