I think it's time for a good ol' food appreciation post and who better to appreciate food than a pack of labs. So, from my dogs to yours, a favorite poem...
Dog Kibble: A Villanelle
by Charles Baxter
Life is never meaningless: there is always food.
All day I sit upon the stairs, nose beween the bars,
and consider kibble - its smell, its taste, its mood -
and I am happy. We walk back to the woods
after lunch (me and the humans) and under leaves there are
so many dark crunchy things to eat that I should
not eat but I eat anyway. They are so good!
Even when they make me sick at home or in the car,
I like them. I like to eat. I brood
about the taste of kibble hours before it's chewed.
They keep my meals in the kitchen in a plastic jar.
Don't put me on your couch, please, Dr Freud,
I'm sweet and simple and I'm good.
When I'm sad or sick, not up to par,
I sleep downstairs curled near the toilet. I'm not crude.
I've known shame, and joy, and I have viewed
delicious sights. I don't wander. I don't go far.
Life isn't meaningless because there's food.
Consider kibble: its smell, its taste, its mood.
4 comments:
Very nice!
yes, there is nothing quite like it. As long as it is well prepared. At the moment I am stuffing myself with ice-cream and a good conscience, since that is all the food my sore throat is letting through to the stomach :)
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I just read that to my dogs. They wept.
Monika, thanks for stopping by!
Doug, you, too - and what literate dogs you have!
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