I
wake up;
there's
no panting.
I
look around,
expect
to find him
behind
the door,
or
waiting
at
the foot of the steps.
His
bone's not in the usual spot,
but
the leash still hangs
on
the hook ―
must
be with somebody else today.
tk/July 2012
tk/July 2012
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This invokes such sadness. Who has lost a dog (best friend) can hold back the tears after reading your words.
ReplyDeleteWell done. Now I need to go find the tissues.
Incognito- love it- (Even I do that! disappear not telling anyone
ReplyDeleteperiodically) thanks!
a true dog
ReplyDeletewas wondering where you were...smiles...it is kinda unnerving to wake up and not hear those sounds, knowing something is different...now if metaphor, it could be sweet relief as well...
ReplyDeleteOh how I still miss all of the dogs of my life. I imagine them all together somewhere, running through fields.
ReplyDeleteThe dogwalkers dilemma?
ReplyDeleteHe is spreading joy and love, Tess!
ReplyDelete....and may that somebody else be loving him, too!
ReplyDeleteps.......mini RAD this week? lol
R.A.D. Lite...giggle...
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DeleteNot such a happy read for me today, I sense a dog gone, especially the absent panting. One of my dogs, a collie mix is now 13 years old and lately she has been dropping small little hints that break my heart over and over each time.... I find it always the hardest when ever I'm faced with letting go....
ReplyDeleteWell, that's how dogs are. Mostly loyal but apt to roam.
ReplyDeleteLoL at first i wondered if i was reading about a husband.
Ha!
Rick
Maybe he's out with the Dog Whisperer..learning some new tricks..be back later, for sure!
ReplyDeleteAn errant dog...sounds like a husband...LOL..
ReplyDeleteHa! A lot of levels here, and a love of fun. k.
ReplyDeletei need a 'part 2'....is he off hunting rabbits? or is his absence more
ReplyDeletepermanent? i hope the former....x
The words hang in the air like a perceived uncertainty.
ReplyDeleteIt's hard to know...the hope keeps rollin'. Maybe, maybe. Nicely questioned.
ReplyDeleteI suppose you shouldn't have let him off the leash.
ReplyDeleteAww... he'll come home soon. = )
ReplyDelete'His bone's not in the usual spot'.
ReplyDeleteHIS bones are buried in back.
8^(
I like the lull...hopefully the panting comes soon ~
ReplyDeleteThis leaves me feeling terribly worried. I even have a lump in my throat.
ReplyDeleteI feel like it is the man in the pic gone and his dog followed....bad guy...
ReplyDeleteMmmmmm, I'm sad that the leash is hanging there waiting because that describes my Old English Sheepdog Abby's leash still hanging by the door. Her winter raincoat is on its hook too, and her bowls are still on the floor. She died in February, leaving Bonbon, our Standard Poodle. When I give her treats at night I put them in Abby's bowl. It is like a communion.....
ReplyDeleteLike Grace, I say here's to future panting!
ReplyDeleteHe was no good for you anyway, Tess
ReplyDeleteWhere's he gone? The mystery, the mystery! :-)
ReplyDeleteAs usual, evocative and intriguing.
Greetings from London.
Cuban, it's so very nice to see you at Willow Manor!
Deletewe had a beagle when I was a kid who had several homes! My mom finally had to attach notes to her collar to find out where she was going.....Missy also wnet to school with one of my brothers and earned a report card. Dogs are great!
ReplyDeleteaw made me sad
ReplyDeleteone could interpret this in many ways - & i wouldn't immediately think infidelity... I love that aspect of your poetry, that it leaves itself open to interpretation
ReplyDeleteInteresting ... I left a comment here a few days ago that I do not see. The first time around I was not sad. Then I read comments, now I am. I really enjoyed this prompt, I love black dogs, a lot.
ReplyDeleteAw the love of a dog is precious....love this Tess! :-)
ReplyDeleteI was thinking dog or man?
ReplyDeleteAh clever metaphor perhaps for the errant partner in human form...
ReplyDeleteExcellent.
Anna :o]
Unsettling and worrisome.
ReplyDeleteI had to surrender a beloved dog to the humane society long ago ... I did discover that another family had adopted him. Your poem brought back all those memories.
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem! I have to admit while on vacation recently, I enjoyed sleeping in a bit as the dogs were at a nice "bed & biscuit" while we were gone... Hope your dog is still with you... the poem doesn't have a particularly sad sound to it... just a bit whimsical as to how "fickle" dogs can be sometimes :)
ReplyDeleteIt's never safe to let them off the leash! Great poem!
ReplyDeletePretty
ReplyDeletevery nice
Thank you so much for your most kind and generous comments, dear readers...
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