When we were in Argentina, I was reading Mary Oliver’s Dog Songs, a book of poetry about, well, dogs. I loved it and hated it, mostly because I didn’t have a dog at the time, and it made me want one even more. I didn’t get to finish it before I had to return it to the library, but I think now Asher Lev is in my life, I want to check it out again. Here’s one of her short poems, so perfectly expressing the joy and sweetness of owning a dog.
Little Dog’s Rhapsody in the Night
He puts his cheek against mine
and makes small, expressive sounds.
And when I’m awake, or awake enough
he turns upside down, his four paws
in the air
and his eyes dark and fervent.
“Tell me you love me,” he says.
“Tell me again.”
Could there be a sweeter arrangement? Over and over
he gets to ask.
I get to tell.
P.S. One of my favorite moves of Asher’s is when he stretches out his front legs when we give him belly rubs…it just seems like such an unashamed, blissed out posture!