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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460492" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>0027 Dog and Man</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beside me as I sit here typing is a golden pool, of relaxation, <br>alertness, patience and trust, uniquely brought together<br>in one glorious being. Do we really deserve each other? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">surely anyone who has brushed the coat of, let’s say, <br>a golden Labrador, should be instantly converted<br>to belief in God? Or at the very least, <br>in an evolution which is more miraculous, more glorious<br>than many people’s view of God…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the long, smooth, silky, strong hairs on the back; <br>the trailing, slightly grubby hairs<br>of that emotional telegraph, the tail, <br>the magic gradations of the head hairs, <br>from sleek and flat around the collar; so fine in the ears; <br>laid so beautifully on the bony forehead which seems<br>so intelligent as you touch it, gently, on the centre, <br>watching the brimming, trusting, wary, luscious eyes; with<br>those almost hidden, expressive eyebrow hairs; <br>to smooth and wiry snout hairs toward the jaw, <br>around that moist muzzle, Columbus to the world, <br>which you may with his permission<br>touch lightly, as you’d touch<br>the most delicate of machinery made by man</div><div style="margin:10px 0">how we may wonder, what they think of us, <br>as surely such magnificence must think? <br>Not so much, whether we’re God, or<br>Domestic Provider, or Leader of<br>The Depleted Pack, or simply<br>Today’s Elected Master –<br>no, the more intimate things, like – well, who knows? -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">why They don’t look us in the eye at all times, <br>or what They're so busy doing between meals, <br>or why They just keep a boring straight line when<br>we go out for a wildness? in that map<br>of wind and air and smells and trails<br>and messages and mysteries, written<br>new every day, which They call<br>‘going for a walk’; requiring Their donning<br>of more layers of bedding material, never<br>to feel, poor species, the wind in Their fur<br>except on that insensitive slightly hairy head which doesn’t<br>even enjoy the world of smell? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">but we have our special moments, <br>He and I; we play that game which is<br>our special thing; I’m lying there, <br>relaxed, alert, patient, trustful, sensing<br>it’s the time for wildness; we’re together in the head, <br>sharing the same mind just for a moment; <br>He doesn’t need to make more than that<br>familiar sound in his throat, the man-music<br>which as a puppy, I got to know as<br>‘would you like to go for a walk…? ’ –<br>now He plays this game, just makes that noise<br>in his throat… and my ears prick up – He’s mine<br>for a joyous whole hour, we’re going to live it up<br>where life is really lived – Outside.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q>
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