The Way Dogs Can Sense
a legacy I want to maintain . . .
I stopped daydreaming about romance in my rocky forties.
I’d had dogs as pets before that, on and off. But swearing off humans turned me into a hardcore dog aficionada. I’ve been wholly possessed by dogs as pets for the last thirty years.
I hope to perceive life as a dog . . . with any luck.
Take for instance sniffing. I am crazy sensitive in the olfactory. I can tell which geezer used the elevator before me from the lingering stink.
Wheeling around the neighborhood, I’m mentally naming what’s cooking here and there by the aromas wafting.
The way dogs can sense a million times better than humans can, I envy that talent like a dog craving more tummy rubs. I want to BE a dog.
I’ve come to rely on cues while walking my dogs, a task I’ve done most of my life. Where the dogs look, I look. Where the dogs sniff . . . well, I don’t get down on all fours and sniff alongside, but it’s tempting.
If not for my pals walking me at pre-dawn, before I had to shower and go to work all those years, I would’ve missed seeing over three hundred moons. That comes to over three thousand moon sightings captured and savored because my dogs herded me outside at…
