19 September 2013
dogs of summer
the floppy-eared one & the pointy-eared one have had a good run this summer. they hug these muggy days the same way their feet hug the sidewalk on sunset leg stretches, their shadows stretching long before them. there have been treats from the postman, eagerly snatched, and post-roadtrip oatmeal scrub downs. the crack of dawn is the best time to get a jaunt around the block in. then a hearty breakfast, back to bed -- snore the morning away under the whir of the fan. have you seen a dog lay while the day breaks and grows and expires around him? like lungs filling up & letting go. like a time-lapse film that blooms and withers. and just as fast, a knock at the door whips him into a full-fledged frenzy. i have seen the sheets, when thrown from the bed in these moments, suspended in the air for a second. they hover, then settle down in a messy topography across the mattress. where they wait, for paws to push them about, to drive them in circles, until a soft head rests on them again.