Terriers

 

Sammy, Samson Small
in platinum and gold
a small treasure
on four furry feet,
the eldest too dignified
to run for sticks like

Angus McTavish
small Cairn terrier
intelligent, alert
chasing after everything
only to be bowled over by

Rob Roy McGregor
dopy West Highlander
not sure why he's running,
then they return tearing back
across the sands to me
from over thirty years ago.

Reviews

[Blackbirdsong]

I love their names! Those alone are just so adorable. I also love how you give each one their own stanza and describe each one of them so joyously.

I read this with such joy remembering a teacher of mine who used to bring his pet Cairn - by the name of Rupert - to class each day. He had trained Rupert to attack this baby doll and it was quite funny to watch this little puff of white go after that baby doll every day. Rupert got a new baby doll every year for Christmas too.

Anyway I was remembering all this and then when I got the end, wow. That is how it is when you really love your pets. Mine have a way of coming back to me in dreams. It's wonderful. I hold them and it's so real that when I wake up I'm disappointed.

Thank you so much for sharing this. As you can see, this piece really got to me on a deep level.

take care :)

[Donald Meikle]

Oh Ness, I was just reading this casually, and the last line grabbed me. It takes grown ups years to learn to love unconditionally, dogs are born that way so their lives are shorter. (words from a six year old)

[Michelle Palios]

This is so cute. It transitions brilliantly too. Oh, and I really like to names too. :]