I thought it might end that year
Zoe looked at me expectantly
she'd dropped the stick at my feet
and wanted another throw.
Such a lovely animal, lovely nature
her needs were simple.
Somehow perspectives changed
simple things became the important ones
here on the windswept beach.
I picked up the stick
a choice of directions
against the wind or with the wind.
Zoe was dancing, barking mischieviously.
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Oh don't even go there. My Bella is ageing rapidly. She can't get into a lake anymore to play.
Lovely aren't they. If she's getting long in the tooth and tired you should get yourself and Bella a pup playmate.
I would never do that to her. Ever
He he he i think we both missed the point here to some degree, my poem wasn't about a dog at all.
Ooo. What was it about then?
it's in these lines:-
I thought it might end that year
Somehow perspectives changed
simple things became the important ones
here on the windswept beach.
a choice of directions
against the wind or with the wind.
Yeah that's when I thought about doggies. Mine is very old now. It might be this year
Suggestion about a puppy will make it easier on you was my train of thought i.e. there would still be walkies rather than the sadness sat at home looking at a lead and collar but i respect your feelings about how Bella may react to a pesky young varmint in her space. But then there are rescue dogs to consider too.
Nothing to consider at all yet my friends it's Bellsy boos and no one else!
I think animal love is probably one of the most purest loves in existence. It's that bond that never breaks, it's a true frienship. Hope everything's alright with you and your furry pal, the tone seems a little wistful.
Zoe was our family dog lady a long time ago and very much loved by us all. She passed away many moons ago. This poem wasn't actually about a dog at all but most haven't picked up on that. It's a lesson to me perhaps not to be so cryptic in my writing.
May the days on the beach linger ever longer for you both. What a terrific piece, it caught the scene and the sentiment perfectly. Zoe seemed alive with energy waiting for each and every toss. A lovely poem. - Phil A.
Isn't that just how dogs are though, so energetic and enthusiastic. Thanks MF27
Man's best friend, they never moan when you don't turn up, enjoy the food you put down them, what is there not to love.
Thanks Paul, yes it's a dogs life alright.
A fine write, Dusk.
My My
Boys and Dogs
Apples and Pies
'nuff said, say no more.
Such a lovely poem about your dog. Truly Man's best friend.
Zoe was a darling four legged lady. Much loved. Thank you Rozina.
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