'You come with me?' Woof

'You like something to eat?' Woof


'Come on my lap!' Woof

weight, gentle against the softness of
my belly; there, mandible, and the
other: ribbons of cornflower fettering
hollow-bird-bones soothing
dessicated pinions; chasing the
empty billow 'neath ribs swelling, stretching, the
emptiness of the throat; gazing down; stroking
gentle against a silken cranium; pressure
points, GV20 TH21 GB20, then
down the pinna,
watched with placid wet eyes. Fingers
weave into your scruff, curling, longing;
consumed.

can we change the ending?
please please please i want to
place a halo over her ears
tell her she's been such a good girl
take her face in my hands because
she never bit the hand that fed her
even when it was fattening her
up an offering to the gods
her trust open to the world like a flower
even as her cages got smaller and smaller
first metal, then made of stars
i bet it's cold up there
please, i want to tell her we did her wrong
please, sainthood for Laika,
i want her to know we're sorry

Dear Teddy
I thank you for always being there for me
Dear Teddy
At first you didn't like me but i won your heart with beef jerky
Dear Teddy
You seen me crying
You licked my tears away
You saw me sad
You help me through bad times
You saw me happy
Everytime i see you wailing your tail and happy to see me always made me happy
Dear Teddy
I will remember all the good times
Dear Teddy
I will remember you as my sweet little teddy bear
Dear Teddy
I cry for you
Dear Teddy
I miss you
Dear Teddy
I know you're with me every day
Dear Teddy
Just know you mean the world to me
My weird little best friend
Rip king ted
Rip teddy bear
Rip buddy
Rip Theodore
Rip tedchiekins

We bought a new painting. It looks like…it looks. The little girl. The dog. They appear dripped on but look out with life — at my life. Sherry bought it. I nodded. That’s all I do. I don’t go into that room because the girl might cry. The dog might bark.

i am not your dog; do not pet me once, then expect my loyalty.
i am not the woman in your dreams
completing your r.e.m sleep.
i am not your dog, do not train me once, then expect me to behave.
i am not a slave
to your blaze
to the fire on your tongue.
i am love personified.
i am a pain unresolved,
but free.

i bark, and
i lap up vinegared wine from my bowl
laden with sprinkles of fruit flies.

my collar is on
but my leash, real long.
i’m not in earshot, but
i don’t stray too far.

I didn't expect my black Cocker Spaniel to die.
He died 30 years ago today on the 14th of July.
He was born in 1981 and Poochie was his name.
He was killed by a car and it was a **** shame.
Poochie was unfriendly at times and sometimes he would bite.
But he was my dog and when that car killed him, it wasn't right.
It was sad because my dog couldn't live anymore.
He died thirty years ago on July the 14th of 1994.