Day 17 & Pic and a Word #309: Dogs

I could write a poem with a line for every dog I’ve ever met…

Prompt 17: “This is a fun one – it’s a prompt developed by the comic artist Lynda Barry, and it asks you to think about dogs you have known, seen, or heard about, and then use them as a springboard into wherever they take you.

Other dogs

I could write lines and lines on dogs in my life.
All my childhood dogs that made me wish for one
   which didn’t happen for almost 30 years.
The dogs from the song grandma sang to me before sleep 
   (coupled with “Und der Flak macht bum bum”)
about the dogs of her siblings which we regularly visited, 
and they all loved me because it was me to give them the bones 
and leftover meat which we had been saving all week 
   in a plastic bag in the fridge.
The dogs of my first school friend, all female, 
   who took my early fear of dogs away.
The dogs of my friends who I thought were the luckiest 
   in the world for having them.

Until finally
Chance took over and threw a newborn puppy litter of ten 
   in our trash.
We kept three and raised them by the bottle and then we kept the 
   introvert.
Lines of dogs in dog school which we, the introverts, hated so.
That bitch who made holes in his neck so that we could see 
   how thick his skin really was.
All the millions of dogs met on dog-walks.

But first I’d need to remove bestia off my feet
and explain.

I kept the poem relatively short but in photos there are more or less all the dogs I’ve seen in the last nine years with, as the last in the gallery, our first dog Žak – the introvert – who grew up to be 13 and left us in 2012.

As it is, I post photos of our present bestia all the time – there he is permanently on top of my blog in my parents’ garden in Piran – so he says he can understand the multitude of other dogs in this post. Especially since he got lots of lamb today. He says Easter is his favourite holiday.

It just so happens that he wrote my 2019 poem on this day. There it is below in the memories. Click on “Read all” to read it in full.

Happy Easter and don’t drop your eggs. (It’s a play on words. Bojana will understand – neka ti jaja dobro ispadnu!)

In response to Patrick Jennings’ Pic and a Word Challenge #309: Lines

The last day in my NaPoWriMo history

2018: To the sea
In the next compartment
another family of four
travelling companions.
And then another.
I believe we have peopled
the entire carriage with our friends.
The ride will take
the whole evening, night and morning.
Then the ferry.
Then the fishing boat.
Then the village.
Our mountain looks down.
Crazy Slovenians are back. (Read all.)
2019: A woman and a dog
She is nice, I suppose, 
in a humanly way.
 
Alright then.
 
I’m not going to tell her 
about that wolf 
and how he peed on our gate. 

Read all.

2020: 341-163
One phone for the family of four.
On alternate weeks classes fall after lunch.
You don’t want the phone to wake you.
But it does. Repeatedly.
Every morning: Riiiing! 
Bolt from yours into the living room. 
Pick up the receiver.
“GRAMEX!”
“No, it is not! Stop calling here!”
*
It’s my second or third visit to my ex’s place. 
I spot a pack of his old business cards.
Big letters spell:
GRAMEX.
Underneath there is a number. 
It looks like ours.
Only one little digit wrong, the last one.
All those people were calling him early, too early. 
By fifteen years.

Read the second story.

2021: Moon Concentration (a cento in two parts)
Johnny Moon dreams in class.
Tonight's the night 
he's going to jump the moon.
The moon was yellow, 
and a song was sung.
But we lost little John 
as the moon struck one.

My sister killed her baby 
cause she couldn’t afford to feed it 
and we’re sending people to the moon.
No hot water, no toilets, no lights 
but Whitey's on the moon.

(Read all and see the moon.)

This day in my blogging history

Published by Manja Maksimovič

A Slovenian in Italy for love. Blogger, photographer, translator and would-be writer who would be a writer if she wrote. Plus reluctant but emerging poet. Beware.

17 thoughts on “Day 17 & Pic and a Word #309: Dogs

  1. Oh glory be to all the dogs in the world! We love our present dogs but the ones that came before won’t be forgotten. I love that sweet and humorous ending of your poem–both our dogs have the need to sleep as close to us as possible. Willow’s weight on my legs always brings me peace. Happy Easter, Manja!💜🍃

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  2. All the cute dogs! You have to be the MOST organised person I’ve every seen. I could never find my pictures of who where and when, let alone a single subject mater. Anyways, will you do one on cats? 😉

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  3. You capture the heart of every dog and dog owner with this post, Manja ~ truly captivating and has me missing my dog back in Oregon this morning 🙂 Beautiful post to begin the week with, thank you!

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  4. Oh, I love dogs (yours, mine, everyone’s). And your beautiful closing line says it all: “But first I’d need to remove bestia off my feet/and explain.” So perfect. Enjoy your walks and snuggles!

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  5. Love this poem!! “That bitch who made holes in his neck so that we could see
    how thick his skin really was.” ❤

    And all the dogs thereafter, what characters! Adorable 🙂

    *I shall catch up on the rest of your posts very soon, Manja! Until then, night night! Zzzzzz 🙂

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