Alana Winner

No Swimming Dogs - Poem by Alana Winner

My brown round hound from the pound
pants with a half smile on the ground.

He refuses to swim, to fetch. He can't jump or guard.
He is toothy, muscle-bound and rubs his back against the yard.
We got for a stroll. Tongue out.His gait hops and skips.
He would bite the ear off of a bullying male and
Plaintively cry and howl for an old or young bitch.

Not the kind of dog that will swim and run next to me on a bike.
All he promises to me is to love and never bite.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

I have a 1/2 half wiener dog and 1/2 pit bull breed from the pound. I was 'dogless' when my former dog got too old and died. I came in the pound and there was chaos around, and there was this funny-looking calm dog, who looked at me like, ' get me the fudge out of here'. He had three working legs and one that half worked. Because of the way he walks his tongue lolls around, his ears bounce and it appears that he is the happiest dog on this earth. Many people stop and comment on him. It took me a year to teach him to lie down on command. He was so fearful when I got him if you looked at him in too stern of a way he would pee. I am no longer 'dogless'.

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  • Gajanan Mishra (10/9/2013 9:04:00 PM)

    love and never bite, good write, thanks. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, November 9, 2013

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