A dog, a trailer, a lie...a poem to critique?

Muggsy, our loyal

Gargantuan Airedale,

all hundred and fifty pounds,

followed behind

in custom-made trailer

on our too many

cross-country treks.

Hunter green it was painted,

Dad even made windows

to be sure he

had plenty of air.

We three sat squished

in backseat of the car,

a black '52 Olds,

and craned our necks as

the cars would pass by

when his head was fully

stuck out.

We'd laugh as they honked

at the unusual sight

that he was.

Orders came from the Navy

time to leave Tennessee

and fly to new state of Alaska.

I came home from school

my Muggsy was gone,

they said he left

to live on a farm.

Even at nine

I knew it a lie.

Still today I can't pass

a trailer en route

with a horse whose head's

out the window

without thinking of watching

for miles on end

that head

of my childhood

friend.

Comments

  • A goat, a boy's curiosity................... I was lied to also ma.

  • That's sad Ma.. We all had childhood friends as in pets. I had one myself not a big dog but she was small and we loved each other. She was old when a car ran over her. They had to pick me up when i saw her lying still on the side of the road. I dont think i ever let myself get close to another dog again. Good write Ma.

  • You know anything to do with animals gets me crying. I'm sorry this happened. Life hurts enough without losing your best friend.

    My dad used to just backhand us while we were riding three deep in the backseat. Ah, the memories of family travel!

  • Nice one, ma.

    I was 23 before I found out that my dog Tara

    did not go to live on a farm. I wept like a little

    girl.

  • That was a journey worth taking.

    I can feel the wind in my face and see the road moving past an open car window......

  • So sweet ma, but I think we need to get our dear Yidiot some deep and serious counseling.

  • Muggsy never forgot you either Ma. Wish he could've heard this poem...

  • Very nice Ma but sad.

  • I never did much like to play

    follow the leader

  • Sometimes a dog is our best friend. It's always a tough loss!

  • Good poem Ma! I am sure Mugsy missed you too!

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