Verse for a Certain Dog
Such a glorious faith as fills your limpid eyes,
Dear little friend of mine, I never knew.
All-innocent you are, and yet all-wise.
(For heaven’s sake, stop worrying that shoe!)
You look about, and all you see is fair;
This mighty globe was made for you alone.
Of all the thunderous ages, you’re the heir.
(Get off the pillow with that dirty bone!)
A skeptic world you face with steady gaze;
High in young pride you hold your noble head;
Gayly you meet the rush of roaring days.
(Must you eat puppy biscuit on the bed?)
Lance-like your courage, gleaming swift and strong,
Yours the white rapture of a wingéd soul,
Yours is a spirit like a May-day song.
(God help you, if you break the goldfish bowl!)
“Whatever is, is good,” your gracious creed.
You wear your joy of living like a crown.
Love lights your simplest act, your every deed.
(Drop it, I tell you---put that kitten down!)
You are God’s kindliest gift of all,—a friend.
Your shining loyalty un-flecked by doubt,
You ask but leave to follow to the end.
(Couldn’t you wait until I took you out?)
—(The Incomparable) Dorothy Parker—
(Ed. Note: Ordinarily the Ojo does not publish material that is not written specifically for our magazine but given that Lakeside is filled with dog-lovers, we thought we’d make an exception in this case. Besides, Dorothy Parker is just too delicious for our taste buds to pass up.)