The More I Know People, The More I Love My Dogs Poem by Juan Olivarez

There is Bruce, who lived with me in the desert.
There is also Lyka and La Chilindrina,
Not just anybody, my dogs.
They've never given me their phone number,
And then not answered when I called.
They never ask for money,
Or a ride somewhere, I gladly supply that.
They are never in trouble with the police,
And they don't eat much.
Forty pounds of Old Roy lasts them weeks.
They don't drink or gamble or whore around,
Well Bruce does, but just a bit,
Whore around that is.
But he doesn't gamble, drink, or smoke.
And they do lead exemplary lives.
All they care about, is being with me,
And being loved.
They do love their walks,
In the park or around the big drainage ditch,
Where they can chase the Texas Indigos,
Back into the water.
But they have never lied to me,
The love in their eyes, is sincere.
They say they are man's best friends,
That is the biggest understatement,
I have ever heard.
I could use more friends, like them.

2/1/12 Alton Texas