If no one sees dog
climb aboard the couch to doze
is there a naughty?
Seems like every year you can find a new crop of amazing gadgets to choose from: devices to entertain, to aid in our quest for fitness, gadgets that watch over our homes and those that just generally weird us out. And, as the age of Robot Butler grows ever closer, it’s easy to believe this technology solves all our problems and makes the world a better place. It doesn’t.
There is an affordable technology within reach of nearly every household. Technology 30,000 years in the making. Behold, the dog.
Emma, Queen of Kind. She has never had a mean thought about anyone. Well, except the mailman. And that plumber. But her instincts are probobaly right.
The dog is alarm clock, home security device, therapist and health coach.
Forget Fitbit. Counting your steps and monitoring your heartbeat is for sissys. The dog is personal trainer–motivating you to get out in the fresh air daily to walk or run. Dogs will lower your blood pressure and cholesterol, while elevating levels of serotonin and dopamine. There’s even evidence dogs can detect cancer and children raised in a household with dogs are less likely to have allergies over their lifetimes.
Dogs can provide 24-hour a day surveillance and protection of your property. Homes with dogs are less likely to be burglarized.
Look, I know I complained when mine ate the Christmas ornaments two years ago and then followed up with the shit/chew combo on my son’s mattress. But she never deleted 4,000 music tracks off my mp3 player for no reason. So forget the devices, the gadgets, the latest trending brand and get a dog. You don’t need no pedigree.
Still not convinced? Look, Time magazine put out a list of top ten gadgets for 2014. So let’s compare some of your options this holiday season:
So, if you have 5-15 years of space and time in your life, make this holiday better for you and a shelter mutt. Available in sizes, shapes and colors to suit any fashion sense. Visit your local shelter today.
It’s time for a segment I like to call Poetry By My Dog. Today she brings another haiku however this one has a title and I’m not sure that’s legal. So call it a haiku gone rogue.
Basement Exile
Bedtime maneuvers
Hidden hope hides underbed
Til dog farts betray
It’s time for another installment of Poetry by My Dog.
Today, I give you Chalk:
If a box of chalk is chewed
in a yard
and no one sees it
does it leave a mess?
Colored chalk tastes bad.
My dog is on a roll–she wrote another poem. This one is for my daughter:
I love the girl
Just my size
laughy chasey fun
I love the girl
Easy treats
free cheese and table drops
I love the girl
Sleeptight stayclose
guardian me
I love the girl.
It probably doesn’t make up for the fact the dog chewed the girl’s princess crown to pieces last night, but I guess it’s a good start.
And now it’s time for a segment I’ll call Poetry by My Dog. Today she brings a haiku about her adventures yesterday:
one, two, three delight
baby bunny chewy fun
when mom screams, i stop
Vikki, over at The View Outside got my wheels aspinnin’ when she posted about the Small Stones challenge. And while January is too far gone for me, I decided it was never too late to be mindful of the five senses. But the one that stuck in my head and wouldn’t go away wasn’t even my senses, it was my dog’s senses. And it wasn’t just five, I suspect a sixth.
A poem:
dog inhales the world,
breathing every shape of dogs passed
brown rabbit’s run
a foreign salt truck’s rumble
and underneath…
the dark scent
of the mailman’s intentions.