.
Not a pet I’d get. You try to
leash
a wobbly two-legged manimal
and walk it down the street,
heading toward catastrophe,
.
skull to ass to feet. Mumbling,
squalling, stumbling, falling,
peeing
on or tripping over paws,
yours or
those of other dogs. One hears
they're
.
smart. Not so we can
tell. All we see
them do is eat and fart. (They sleep
quite well.) But try to
make them heel,
play dead, roll over, fetch a
bone –
.
or indicate the least capacity
to think:
they’d rather squat alone and
blink.
Primitive in realms olfactory
and otic,
they essentially can’t hear or
smell.
.
Thank the Dog Star I’m a sturdy
main-line canine quadruped, four
feet on the ground,
intelligent,
true blue. Keep bipeds in a
zoo.
.
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