Tales of Ella the Circus Dog
2006-05-23 9:44 PM
I Am Dog!
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Tonight we’re all outside enjoying the air. The People are deciding where to plant to roses. Wherever that is, I won’t be walking there. Now, however, the roses are in black buckets and I can walk among them without getting punctured. I don’t know how Poodle stands it every day, morning and night. Anyway, I catch the scent of something wonderful, old and on its way back into the earth, and I cannot pull my nose away from it. Sometimes I am transported. I stand there as long as I can, sucking in the scent, hearing grasses rustling in the distant past, and I cannot take it any longer, I fall face first into the smell, rubbing my cheeks in the dirt, in the scent, in the nastiness that is fully mine to love and appreciate.
The People ask me what I am doing. I do not respond. I do not stop, either. I want this dog perfume on both of my cheeks, on my lips, on my ears, on my coat. Again they say, Ella what are you doing? And to that, I think, I am Dog! I am not People, I am Dog! And this is what Dog does!
Before we go to bed. the People wash my face. They are unaware of it, but they do not understand Dog.
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