It’s been too long since I’ve done a Polo and Clover update, but they’re good. At the moment they are annoyed that it is raining because it has kept them from getting a walk. What they don’t know is that before the smattering of rain we’ve received over the last three days, we were at 0.56 inches for the year. So, the dogs are thinking, “Mom hates us,” and the humans are thinking, “God must not hate us after all.”
John was gone one night last week for a conference, and Clover slept with me. She literally laid her head on my pillow and stretched out alongside my body. It was like sleeping next to a very furry person.
I haven’t been posting poems lately. I’m writing about poetry, which apparently renders me incapable of writing actual poetry. But I did read a great poem featuring dogs the other day, “Bereavement” by Kevin Young. Here’s one stanza:
I’ve begun to think of them
as my father’s other sons,
as kin. Brothers-in-paw.
