Gertie might not like his feet
Basset boredom, long ears pinned
back, voice whining, constant lament
able to melt everyone. Houndy
smell, feet akimbo, absolute
happiness simply because you
came home. I insist to you that
these animals are regal, have
charm and vitality and above
all, a capacity to snuggle seldom
seen. And yet you say, “Well,
I’m more of a cat person.”
I don’t pull up and shit
on your lawn, do I?
