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Nor am I a doggy person. I tend to be pro mammals that don't want to eat me. Rats and mice included, unless they're in my house. But the boy and his dog stuff isn't for me -- I mean the Harlan Ellison story But there was something going on there. In part it may be that the dog isnt doing it very well. He doesn't have a pack to learn from -- and I was struck by the quote about wild dogs not barking. I was going to say Huskies bark; they're wild. But of course they're not wild. They've been duped into working for us. Thanks for the comment. It's not, as I said, an immortal poem; an entertainment... and it has done a bit of entertaining! L ----- Original Message ----- From: "Poetryetc: poetry and poetics" To: Cc: Sent:Mon, 8 Oct 2012 07:37:27 +1100 Subject:Re: The words of dog These dog words spoke to me, Laurence and I'm not even a doggy person. Dogs and salt water waves. Something definitely going on there. The warning stuff seems to capture it. On Wed, Oct 3rd, 2012 at 11:33 PM, Lawrence Upton wrote: > > > A fox terrier is barking at the sea. > > To dogs, his words might have exact meaning > > depending on their breed and dialect. > > It is for them that the dog barks; always; > > even in his most intimate dealings > > with Humans, he vocalises for the large pack > > he fantasises -- from our point of view -- > > the pack which shall be when the world's made right. > > Some canine thought will not translate that well > > and seems to us flaccid, like a beach ball > > that has been punctured by sharp teeth; or dull, > > like something which one hopes will move, but won't. > > Nevertheless, I'll try to give the gist. > > He sings: Oh big area of drab water, > > I mistrust you. Why do you keep moving? > > I'm warning you! Be still and let me bite. > > Ocean, if that's what you are â I doubt it â > > don't be cowardly. Be still. I may attack. > > Look at the mess you have made. Pathetic. > > Is that the best you can do? > > Disorder? > > I've seen more chaos in my feeding bowl. > > Just because there's a lot of you, you know... > > I'm still warning you! I shall break contact. > > I shall come back, when I am free, and piss > > and I shall for a night and for a day > > until you are polluted and ashamed > > I will chew you into such little ponds > > that you will not be coordinated > > and my friends will come and drink all of you > > I'm warning you. I don't like your size here > > Go away now and come back much smaller. > > I'm warning you. I'm warning you. Stop it. > > > > >