We wandered around as we usually do
in what direction we had no clue
wherever Miss Sandy wanted to go
with me and Mikey along in tow
she dragged us here and then over there
using her nose with scents so clear
that to me did not exist
I pulled and tugged but she did persist
and in that direction we would all go
for her to explore what her nose did show
Mikey does his share of using his nose
but where she goes he too must go
to smell the same smells but different to him
as both are driven on a whim
as maybe they can interpret the smell
a boy or a girl they can they both tell
a wondrous world of sights and sounds
add to the smells which their world abounds
while us humans are stuck with what we can see
our scents not defined as incredibly.
In many ways it can be said
that a dog’s life though short is not misread
they love the people that treat them well
and truth be known would go through hell
to look after the ones they love the most
guarding and loving at their post
protecting the ones that with their lives
in days gone by helping to survive
but now just a pet sharing a home
never wanting to be alone.
I love my dogs…
Written 05/15/2023 Read my other poems at https://pondblog2011.com