Stray dogs know their place
Trip Start
Nov 07, 2006
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Trip End
Apr 26, 2007
San Jose Uruguay, Argentina
Saturday, December 9, 2006
Stray dogs know their place,
They know siesta, sleeping in the shade,
They know you pass, but eyelids stay closed,
You step over them, sprawled, flattened against the cooler stone pavement of the early afternoon.
Mostly big dogs, some wolverine and some beautiful,
Some past their sell-by date showing the scars of war.
Saying "Hello" in the mornings means you have adopted them, they are happy to follow you anywhere,
They wait while you hide to lose them, then join you if you reappear.
Stray dogs know their place
No growls, no threat, mostly "streetwise"
Wise on how to get fed, dogs don"t bite the hand that feeds them.
Later in the day they rise, stretch themselves to face their working day, they need to find food.
You step over them as you enter restaurants, pleading eyes say,
"Remember me as you leave"
They know the firm boundary of the doorstep only pushing their noses over the line,
Smell the aroma on the air, tails raise up in anticipation, they will not budge from that doorway.
Stray dogs know their place.
Peter T.
Comments
What's this womble squit all about?
I have stumbled on a pod thing from the sky - and -lo
P and V it's you two dozy buggers getting lost again!
It sounds like you need a bigger pin for that map of yours.
By the way,Peter,you've been blogging ever since Ive
known you.
Keep us posted,blogged or podded
love J and A
A stray dog may know...
...if only I knew my place too!
xxxxxxx