Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Men Are Dogs

My friend Sam
Short for Samantha
Swore she would never marry
'Coz all men are dogs she says
She did well in her career
Or careers should we say
She took over her dying brother's startup
And saw it IPO and soar
Her brother's partner died also
Leaving her his share in the business
As she had been his only support
Through the worst years of his life

Ms Mother Teresa is a very kind and strong soul
And very short on patience for anything that
Seems like a waste of energy to her
So by her mid-thirties she stopped dating
And poured all her energy into her work
She taught herself everything she needed to know
About repairing old homes and selling them and
That's what she did in her spare time
Until she saw one in the valley
An old adobe whitewashed and festooned with wisterias
It was the one she wanted to grow old and die in
So she fixed it up over the summer and moved in

There was one catch
The homeowners had explained to her
They were moving overseas so they had placed
Their dog with an adoption service
And could she take him in if they couldn't find him a home
In the next eight days
She said okay, never one to turn away a creature in need
And on the ninth day picked up the big St Bernard "Arthur"
And brought him home
His home really, since he had lived there the last ten years
And so she christened her new home "Camelot"
Arthur seemed so forlorn, especially since he drooled so much
She brought home a Labrador three years old from the shelter
The lovely Lab was named Felicity
But Sam started to call her Guinevere
It confused Guinevere at first but she took it in her stride
Blossoming in her new home with all the love shown to her
The three of them gelled well as Summer turned into Fall
Playing fetch, going for long walks
Eating together in the patio
Watching "Sex and The City" reruns at night

Right after New Year's Day, as soon as the hullabaloo
Of the holiday season suddenly died
Sam noticed Guinevere had been listless
She slept all the time and was gaining weight
From refusing to go on walks and playing catch
And then it hit her
Guinevere was having puppies

A midwife was contacted, there was new bedding brought in
From the store, a gate had been installed in the kitchen
So the puppies couldn't wander in
And the big day arrived

There were five cute little babies born that night
Sweet as ever, cuddled up against their mommy
And they were all a certain shade of tan
The exact shade of tan that was the neighbor's Labrador "Lance"
"Perhaps," Sam thought,"I should've just let her be Felicity."

                                                                                                     ~ Sonali

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