Read off lampposts,
Timing in the ether,
The canine scents of humor.
What a dog finds funny– How many squirrels does it take to screw in a… My food costs more than the human’s… A poodle, a Bernese and a lab walk up to a hydrant…
Standards, low one-liners
About places he can lick and we can’t,
About barking at the wind,
About the sun rising and setting,
About being outside,
About walking in the same loop as yesterday, …But isn’t it wonderful again today?
We think he knows a few,
Carried in silent laughter.
We’re certain, for the jolly smile,
The fine mood, the lift of tail.
And at twilight’s barking,
Made famous by more than one hundred Dalmatians,
Hear, when news is slow,
The muttly mirth of stand up:
Pamela Hobart Carter loves Seattle as much for its water and mountains as for its bustle and creativity. She explores the Emerald City daily while walking her dog. Carter used to be a teacher who wrote on the side. Now she is a writer who teaches on the side.