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Lapdog Turning Super-Savior
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By PAUL HERTELENDY
of TheColumnists.com
Our tiny dog’s
a bastard mix, a bitch
Of many breeds, one of which
Must absolutely be a St. Bernard,
Preposterous though it sounds---
Those rescue dogs patrolling Swiss high glaciers,
Massive shaggy hulks
With hair enough to bury mountain mice.
How else
can you explain
Our mini-canine watching me in pain
Plop down exhausted
On an uphill trail both steep and chancey?
Independent and aloof at heart,
Yet now she sits alongside,
Cozy with warm body
Pressed to mine,
Her sympathetic face so fine
Pushed nose to nose,
Restoring flagging spirits.
But where’s
that cognac-cask first aid
Belonging on her collar,
Ready-made for every rescue where the skiers strayed?
Some parched-lip gulps would speed revival day,
Never mind the nearest icy clime is miles away.
---Birthday Poem for a Complex Dog
©2012 by Paul Hertelendy. This column first posted Aug. 13, 2012.
Paul Hertelendy is critic and webmaster for the arts-review web site www.artssf.com, and is also the Piedmont (CA) Centennial poet laureate. To visit his website, click here: PAUL
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