Imagine my surprise when, upon returning from a short vacation, I learned that my own amazing dog Scout was now actually writing haikus! Naturally, I am amazed and proud, however, I am also rather sad. Like many poets, it turns out that Scout has a dark and depressive side, and, of course, one likes to imagine one's dog as perennially happy.
Here are her poems. Judge for yourself their quality and insight into the canine soul.
Doggy Daycare
Lab: Shut the fuck up.
Poodle: Away from the butt.
Soft bed: Miss you. Sniff.
Doggy Daycare II
Pee mark. Smells yellow.
Howling, I cry, "Where are you?"
New pee. Smells like corn.
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I'm not too surprised your canine has taken up haiku. Look who he has for a teacher! But it looks like somebody has a long way too go still before I call a haiku a poet.
That is some talented dog. My cat was working on a sonnet, but, sadly, did not live to complete it.
Scout
in doggie day care
new poet
like his mum
fun!
Wouldn't attempt to match you on this. Though if it's not getting too personal, corn? And you know this because...
So...Scout types these? Dictates? Etches them in pee? I'm just wondering about her method of communication. Perhaps this is an extension of Hiker's "And you know this because..."
Someone here is a genius but I'm not sure it's Scout.
Heh!! I smell a ploy to scare you into engaging a live-in dog-sitter next time. {No. Wait. Maybe it's corn...}
Hilarious. That gave me the laugh I needed after being awakened at 5:15 on a Saturday morning by a 9 year old who wanted to go fishing:)
I fear that Scout is the low dog on the Totem pole (or Omega; whatever that dog guys says). Is this why she's developing a dark side?; the short legs probably don't help either. Curses on the lab. People pleasers.
AH: I only know what I read. I can only guess that Scout, like all dogs, has an acute sense of smell.
Petrea: As to how I came across these poems, I can only say that Scout communicated them to me in a way that you might not understand since your dog, while lovable, is not a poet extraordinaire.
PA: Yes, curses on those darn labs, always so popular and vain about their good looks.
You're correct about my dog, Margaret. Not a poet. In fact, he doesn't even have his undergraduate degree. He went to high school in the Valley and that's about as far as he got. Before he moved in with us he was one of those greaser kids, always with the cigarette pack rolled up in his T-shirt sleeve, hanging out on street corners and going nowhere.
Scout is such a sensitive and talented soul. And Tommy? He's the neighborhood bully. He would've been in Boz's pack had he lived in the Valley.
Yep, and Boz would have followed him around like all the boys follow John Travolta in the movie.
Petrea and Susan: I didn't want to say anything, but I figured it might be something like that. Right now Scout is reading Keats.
Your dog is so very gifted, dear Margaret.
Kelly, the new dog, is telling me how much she liked Scout's haiku! Either that or she's trying to get that darned kitty to play with her!!!
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