A Question of Dogs
Tanker was a big boy, as his name implies,A Corgi going some forty pounds plus,But he wasn’t fat—big bones and musclesLike his cousins Siberian huskies—And so sweet he’d melt your heart, mist your eyes,And make you downright glad to be alive.
Shandy was just so pretty a Corgi,Red and white and gold and almost a toy,Who trotted to my bedside every nightFor her ritual kiss and pat on the head,A gentleness I will never forget—Testimony to why humans love dogs.
Bryn Bach like Tanker is a tri-color,Black and brown and white, with beautiful eyesSo brown they look like the mead the gods drinkMixed of earth and starlight when he smiles at you,Which happens often since he wants to playAll the time. And why not? What else matters?
Tanker was a big boy, as his name implies,A Corgi going some forty pounds plus,But he wasn’t fat—big bones and musclesLike his cousins Siberian huskies—And so sweet he’d melt your heart, mist your eyes,And make you downright glad to be alive.
Shandy was just so pretty a Corgi,Red and white and gold and almost a toy,Who trotted to my bedside every nightFor her ritual kiss and pat on the head,A gentleness I will never forget—Testimony to why humans love dogs.
Bryn Bach like Tanker is a tri-color,Black and brown and white, with beautiful eyesSo brown they look like the mead the gods drinkMixed of earth and starlight when he smiles at you,Which happens often since he wants to playAll the time. And why not? What else matters?
"Shandy" by Alma Elaine Shoaf