Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Bad Dog

What do you do with a dog that won’t stop
Chewing on things that he shouldn’t?
I like my molding, my chair and my stair
I felt I should beat him, but couldn’t

I bought him some chew toys, and ones that he liked
But somehow they all have got hidden
I bet that he hides them, so to have an excuse
Didn’t matter that chewing’s forbidden

So, I have no good answers to this problem mine
He usually’s a fun canine angel
But when he starts chewin’ on things that are keepers
His hide, I think I could strangle

Ken Goree

I cannot believe Orion chewed the molding.  It’s right in the entry hall where he likes to sprawl out on the cool oak flooring.  I didn’t see it happen, but I can imagine him lazily, without much thought or real interest, taking a chew here and there through the afternoon. 

It would be like you or I leaning on a porch rail on a hot, still, summer afternoon.  We have a good friend nearby, as we spend time talking about nothing in particular, or of much importance.  As we chat, we absent-mindedly notice a loose chip of paint.  Our fingernail tests the edge of it and the chip comes up.  As we listen to our friend drone on in a sleepy voice, our fingernail finds another loose edge, and another, and another.  Suddenly we really notice what we’ve done.  There is a large, foot-long patch gone from the white porch rail, and the bright blue of the railing’s former color announces its presence vividly. 

The difference is, with our opposable thumbs and debit cards we can get the supplies to fix what we have done before anyone notices.  Orion isn’t so lucky.

1 comment:

  1. It is not the dog's fault...
    He needs to go for a run and wear him out!
    But the poem had a great flow :-)