I am headed back to Minnesota for a visit in May, and I am looking forward to seeing my family and friends, and spending some quality time with them. And besides those lovely souls I am planning to spend time with, I am thoroughly looking forward to some dog time!
I will most certainly be seeing my daughter and son-in-law’s two dogs, Chopper and Boe Boe, as well as my son’s dog, named Buster, and I am making sure to pencil in time to see “my girl”, my collie named Maddie who I had to leave behind with my ex-husband when I moved to Portland. And sadly, I will also be sure to visit the grave site of my other dog, Kirby the lovable cocker spaniel, who recently passed away after a happy and fulfilled dog life of twelve years.
When I went back for a Christmas visit in December of 2011, I stayed at my daughter and future son-in-law’s home for most of that time. So I got to know Chopper and Boe Boe quite well, and was inspired by their day to day antics enough to write a poem about each of them. Boe Boe is the elder one of the dog household; he is a mellow mutt who had the run of the place until the little guy came around. And Chopper, with his boundless Jack Russell terrier energy is about as different from Boe Boe as night from day. But they have learned to love each other, with Boe Boe accepting Chopper into the family, and helping to breathe maybe a bit more life into the old boy.
Those of us who are blessed to experience the love of a pet, be it dog or cat or even a goldfish, know of the special bond that ensues from such a relationship. I look forward to having some very special dog time when I go for my visit in May; as I once more get to experience some unconditional love in the way that only our pets can bring.
Chopper and Boe Boe
My name is Boe Boe
I was here first
Before the little one
But it doesn’t matter
I let him think he is cuter than me
He wants to play
As puppies do
He gnaws on my neck
Thinking I will accept
his invitation to run and play
But I like to rest these days
I had my time of
playing and puppy-ness
So when the little one runs in circles
I curl in a ball and watch
And remember my days of such behavior
I am Chopper
My house is an obstacle course
I jump onto the couch
I am tiny, like a cat
So I run along the back of it
Then onto the other couch
And I leap!
I fly through the air to the chair
A perfect landing!
I do not require a net
I am nimble – a jumper of great heights!
Then I dig in the toy box
And take out many toys
And leave them
Later I will take out more toys
And leave those also
Then for fun
I run in and out of my kennel
But I don’t stay in there too long
Because sometimes they lock the door!
I hear a noise outside
Or is it in my head?
It doesn’t matter
I bark anyway!
All of this is very tiring
I finally rest
Until 5 a.m. – at the very latest!
Then it is time to get up
And run the obstacle course again
Kirby, now in Doggie Heaven
Memories of Kirby
A white ball of fluff
Tiny and nestled in a laundry basket
Comes home to join our family
The roly-poly puppy
Grows into a handsome dog
Who never quite learns to enjoy
Being bathed or groomed
But he behaves like a gentleman
So kind to all who care for him
If you happened to say the word “walk”
Be prepared to grab the leash
He always enjoyed the forays and adventures
Into the woods and down the roads
Seeming to find great pleasure
In scaring up a bird or two
Thoughts of food filled his mind
Constantly
His tastes ranging
From potato peelings
To rabbit poop
And anything in between
Not content to lie on the floor
Our furniture was his furniture
Our bed was his bed
Snuggling close at night
Sharing a pillow
Sharing love
And his body aged
As all bodies do
Now he romps once more
Seeing clearly, running freely
Uninhibited, unencumbered
He left us but left his love
And sweet memories of Kirby
Maddie girl