We are about to take a “blogging hiatus.”
We are going to hike with a nice woman and a bunch of other dogs.
We will look for dem fire hydrants.
Study somma dat Eastern Philosophy.
Learn the tai chi, innit.
While we are gone, two other dogs will take over:
Alice and Sherlock.
Show them the big love.
They are part of our extended pack.
Look: I get to be in the Leaf Throne because you are a Runt.
That’s the primary rule of being in the Leaf Throne:
Not being a Runt.
Also: Being stunning.
Jesus. You see?
I told you.
You never should have pooped there…
We’re all pretty excited because the little yellow ones are out…
when we are alone like this
with the colors and
the dying, and
the road, carpeted
not long enough
by fall. we
smell the most life.
see the most critter.
feel the most real.
the move and the shiver
everywhere around us,
every day, I am closer to the
losing of language. my faculty
for finding the scent:
failing. I no longer can
make sense of the
there is just a parade
of color and listless
weed. as I look back
and look back. for what
I used to see. for
what I used
I will die having found
these beautiful things.
this weekend, just sit and
watch things with your BFF.
find a pillow, maybe, and just
bask in the sit-back. rest in the
unbend. make happy with your eyes.
Hashtag Hydrant, NYC (I forget the cross streets)
Leaky NYC Hydrant, 34th Street between 5th and 6th Ave.
the town was pissed at the Bald Man for
leaving, which makes a lot of goddamned sense
to us. they dug a trench and put down these
rocks. so for to trap him. so for to make
him always stay. and we were mostly on-board
with that sort of reasoning. but then
he came back: he came back, and we realized we had
no way to ride and
mark distant spots, yonder. or get to the
Jameson store. possibly for days. so
while nobody was looking, he
staged a driveway escape, off-roading
through the neighbor’s yard.
like a goddamned genius, innit.