Saturday, September 19, 2009

Pearl likes this poem

"It's love," they say. You touch
the right one and a whole half of the universe
wakes up, a new half.

From "Choosing a Dog" by William Stafford. Read the complete poem here.


Flora said...

So do I!

BitterGrace said...

It gets to something essential about dogs, doesn't it?

Unknown said...

just yesterday i was saying to my mother that i am so over little dogs, that mr. wiggles (ripped from my home by bsl here in miami, now in foster in tampa) made me yearn for a big dog. i never loved a dog the way i loved him, and his destructive pittie mouth that consumed a swiffer mop, among a zillion other things in the garage and yard. he was/is wondrous - and goofy, too. photo was taken the day he wandered into my yard, he's tripped me here, i stepped on his paw, i'm kicking him to get up, and he's just delirious with love. Wiggy!

BitterGrace said...

What a great dog! I can see why you loved him. My brother took a stray pit bull to a rescue org. last week, and he would have kept him if he could. They can be fantastic pets. It's a shame people condemn the breed.