Sensible Dogs
July 23 2023
The dogs have a 6th sense
about weather,
hunkering down
on this dull day
of cold blustery rain.
Without a weather report
or even a look outside
they sleep hours more.
Could it be barometric pressure
infra-sound
a sensitive nose?
Because somehow
they know in their bones
and are content to stay.
I watch as they paw the blankets,
excavating a cozy space
to nest in.
Then with great seriousness
circle again-and-again
before curling up
in a tight ball
at the foot of my bed.
I urge them off;
but they simply look up
with puppy eyes,
wagging their tails
and cocking their heads.
I try to hustle them out,
but they pointedly balk
and refuse to budge.
As I said,
sensible creatures
who know enough
to come in out of the rain.
No longer the puppies
they once were,
venturing out in every weather
keen to play.
Like the wild creatures from whom they've come
their default state
is sleep,
circumspect
conserving energy
staying safe.
And domesticated as they've become
are comfort queens,
who know a good thing
when they see one.
But I have no 6th sense
and head out into the downpour,
because there's much to be done
and so little time.
And in our odd family of 3
— 1 human, 2 dogs —
it's up to me;
if I don't
no one will.
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