She came to us in a cardboard box.
Her natural ears were down
her uncut tail was wagging long
our baby doe-like clown
warm copper reddish brown
with short haired fur like a deer
white chest, black muzzle
mouth in a serious frown
with a bright white stripe
along her sweet frozen nose
like a bulldog, pug, great dane,
in perfect medium size
large luminous dark brown eyes
like a lake deep with present alert loyalty.
Egyptian eyes naturally designed
with delicate eyelashes
and whiskered beauty mark moles
The puppy mill breeders
called her Bronze Beauty.
She was an expert snack catcher
Door scratcher and shoe destroyer
rush dancing to greet us after school.
I love how she seemed to laugh
while panting offering paw handshakes
so grateful for our patting hands
on her soft golden bronzed crowned head.
She was our protector friend
barking at intruder dogs
fighting off two against one
and she won against those relentless
devil dog doberman pincher bullies
in the fancy mansion next door.
She was caught by the dog catcher
twice dad bailed her out of jail.
So he angrily chained her up
kept her studded leather collar so tight
it left strangulation marks.
I always loosened it
stealthily whenever I could
and he always retightened it.
Her floppy ears were surgically cut
propped up, stitched and taped
onto wooden popsicle sticks
so they’d stand up permanently.
Her innocent tail was also docked
chopped off without anesthesia.
All in the name of pure breed status.
Our world is so insane!
I hated to see her locked up all day
with nothing to play with
nowhere to run
She was a prisoner along with us
but her life made our violent lives better.
When I’d release her chains
she’d run fantastically in circled laps
around our ranch house perimeter
with her rose wet tongue hanging out
and all her 4 muscular legs in the air.
She sprinted like an olympian champion
through acres of mowed fresh grass.
She’d joyfully rush through
water hose battles and tag
sprinklers full of sunlit rainbows
she circumnavigated our home
like a miniature racehorse.
I’d fill her stainless steel bowl
with cool silver shining water
she’d nod and lap happily slobbering
at any offer of kindness.
She sat with me often
under my favorite maple tree
whenever I was sad.
She’d forego her happy laps
to comfort me with her
true enduring friendship.