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A Very Business-Like Dog

It is, after all, the dead of winter,
and a tough one it has been, too,
with the election of Our Glorious
New Leader, which brings to mind
the fact that our new guard dog
still pees on the floor whenever
he get a chance, and that he (Cooper)
still refuses to attend daily briefings
since he says he is a smart dog,
and smart dogs don't need
no stinking briefings.

We took the Cooper with us when we drove
to the southeast part of town to Saguaro East.

"Hey, there!", somebody said to me as we walked up to the Visitor's Center--Cooper at one end of the leash and I on the other--"You should go home and get the rest of the dog!"

OK.  He is not very big.

The Park is big, climbing easily up the side of the Rincons:  the mountains bending around to form the east side of the city.  Together with the Santa Catalinas north of them, they funnel every stray cloud into a corner--an elbow--and squeeze out whatever humidity can be intimidated to nurture the Sonoran plants that are geniuses at harboring whatever water there is.



I think it was that we went because
we really did not want to see
too many more of our own species,
or to hear the mad calls of human coyotes
baying at the election moon,
howling that human civilization is being lost
now that the human race is no longer 100% White,
as it used to be when we were great.

"I suppose," I said to Mari,
"we ought to privatize Saguaro National Park, too,
when we privatize Social Security
and the public schools.   A little profit-motivation
might help these cactuses."

Mari looked at me as if I were crazy.
She doesn't understand how running a cactus like a business
is just what we need in this country.

Cooper spent a fair amount of time on three legs,
demonstrating what he thought of water conservation.







Comments

  1. UnknownDecember 21, 2016 at 12:14 PM

    Thank-you for the name "Our Glorious New Leader" Since I am trying very hard not to say his name out loud, this is perfect.

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  2. Conrad RøyksundDecember 21, 2016 at 1:38 PM

    It was either that, or "The dog who pees on our floor".

    ReplyDelete
  3. UnknownDecember 22, 2016 at 12:07 AM

    You're right. Either works. I'll keep the latter as a spare.

    ReplyDelete

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