Interludes from Yap: A Dog Owner’s DilemmaPosted: March 19, 2012
A Dog Owner’s Dilemma
My Lemon is an island mutt.
Platonic form of dog, sure, but
Accustomed to the Yap milieu,
I worry I can’t bring her to
A city in a colder clime
Where she won’t have as good a time
She stomps and chases, barks and bites
At neighbor dogs while she play fights.
She pilfers things from peoples’ homes,
Like children’s toys and turtle bones.
Children, chickens, cats? Villains all!
She scares them with her barking call.
A dog like this on Bedford Ave,
It might be a good thing to have.
From nipping hipsters’ spindly legs,
To nabbing dive bars’ frothy kegs.
Dreaming aside, I have my doubt.
Within Yap, happy, sad without?
A city dog lives life enclosed.
To be behaved it is supposed.
It sits and speaks and fetches stuff.
It’s civilized, no edges rough.
It’s got none of that wolvey pride
That city folk so oft deride.
I ponder city life sans pup,
The dog’s so fine I can’t give up.
If city bitches’ judging eyes
Think she’s uncouth, it won’t surprise,
But she’ll be there to show those pets
As good as being a dog gets.
So if we amble down your street,
Remember when she barks to greet,
A dog proficient in her romp,
Can put to shame Westminster’s pomp.
If fortune favors puppies bold,
Our future’s lined with rough-hewn gold.