dogs!

the tail waggers of the universe

what if we

made it so

that dogs had

to work like

we do would

they still walk

so slowly so

calmy completely unrushed

stopping to sniff

and piddle on

every bush and

tree?

or would they

hurry through the

world

on their

way to the

office

their morning a frazzled frenzy

of existential dread

another commuter

abashed

about their tardiness

and seeming inability to do anything

‘right’?

how would they cope?

would their interest

in traffic

and noises and

every

sudden

movement

be replaced by a need

to focus

on spreadsheets

and emails?

would their friendly demeanor

and their overflowing joy

at simple things

like meals and exercise

(what we might categorise as

‘the mundane’)

disappear?

would they arise

enthusiastic

energetic

happy

or would they

shuffle

through the world

zombified

morose

sour

spirit broken

concerned about everything?

would

they

still

wag

their

tails?

would the simple fact that they are

alive

still alive

be enough?

would that alone

fuel

the internal flame

of wanderlust?

would it push the blood

around their precious body’s

from snout to paw

from tail to claw?

would the volcano of enrapture,

so typical of doogs,

still erupt?

the eruption of enraptuure

which causes them to bound

through fields,

chase after static objects

and always greet things with love?

would that

innocence

that beauty

that excitement

at simple things

that reminder to

adore the world

be lost? probably