As I write this blog post this morning, my dogs are looking at me with the mournful eyes.
For they are very hungry.
S-t-a-r-v-i-n-g, in fact.
And I am not feeding them.
Because this diva . . .
is scheduled for some rather serious surgery in a couple of hours. (Please send the good juju. She is 11, and we'd like to keep her around a while longer.)
My hungry dogs remind me of this perfect Mary Oliver poem, from her Dog Songs book.
The Wicked Smile
by Mary Oliver
"Please, please, I think I haven't eaten
What? Ricky, you had a huge supper.
"I did? My stomach doesn't remember.
Oh, I think I'm fading away. Please
make me breakfast and I'll tell you
something you don't know."
He ate rapidly.
Okay, I said What were you going to
He smiled the wicked smile. "Before we
came over, Anne already gave me my breakfast,"
Be prepared. A dog is adorable and noble.
A dog is true and loving friend. A dog
is also a hedonist.