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Showing posts with label The Book of Seventy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Book of Seventy. Show all posts

Thursday, February 18, 2010

DOGS--OR GODS?

(This post is for Vicki Lane and her blessed dogs. )

DOG IS LOVE--yes, we've all seen this bumper sticker. But sometimes there's too much love on the sofa. Where are YOU gonna sit?

Ace of Dogs and Big Bro don't look at all ready to abandon their snoozes. Maybe the title of this photo should be DOG IS SLOB. But don't they look peaceful and, well, adorable?




And here is Ace of Dogs, looking seductive. Maybe he's in his Lord Krishna mood? He hasn't a flute of course, but just look at those eyes. Can you think of any young maiden who wouldn't follow him? He is definitely in his God mode. I swear he seems to be trying to sing to me at times, especially when he wants a treat or to jump in bed and place his head atop mine.

I found this poem today while sitting in the WNC Retinal Associates Office (yearly routine check-up), titled THE BLESSING OF THE OLD WOMAN, THE TULIP, AND THE DOG, by Alicia Ostriker, from her new book of poetry, The Book of Seventy. (University of Pittsburgh Press) Here's the last stanza.

To be blessed
said the dog
is to have a pinch
of God
inside you
and all the other dogs
can smell it

Our four dogs are blessed many times over and they sure smell like it!