I go to the farm

…. but mom forgot her camera.  Too bad!

On Sunday after Mom came home we got in the car (I got the back seat) and drove and drove and drove.  We drove on a big road for a long time.  When I looked around, I saw there was a lot of space to run — more than I had ever seen before.  I didn’t know where we were headed, but I was patient and waited until we stopped in front of a little white house. 

I got out of the car and sniffed the people who lived there.  There were some awfully good smells coming out of the kitchen.  And I made sure to sniff everything in the living room, to make sure it was ok.  I ran upstairs and downstairs to check out the whole house, and then sat under the table while they ate dinner.

After I ate we were all sitting in the living room and I was playing with a ball, when all of a sudden more people were standing at the door making a loud noise!  And three of them were Boys!  They were nice boys and they wanted to pet me a lot.  I felt like a Very Important Dog when they petted me, so I sat just as straight and as still as I could.

Everyone else ate cake and ice cream and Mom seemed happy.  I was glad about that.  Then we all went upstairs and went to sleep.

The next day we went to ANOTHER house, out where all the running space was.  There was a bigger house and lots of big buildings.  I sat behind Dad’s chair, just because it felt better to do that. 

Then we went to one of the big buildings where a Strange Man showed us something in the corner.  There was a cat and five little furry things that looked kind of like big furry rats!  I didn’t think they were cute.  Actually, I think they looked yummy.

One of them ran out toward me, so of course, I started to scoop it upin my mouth, until mom yelled at me, so I dropped it.  Then SHE picked it up, and she acted like she LIKED it.  She petted it a little, even.  Weird.

I really wanted to see those furry little things again, but Mom wouldn’t let me.  I don’t know why.

I hope I get to go back there again.  There was so much space to run, and I could hear and smell other Dogs around, so it must be Good.

And there were Boys.  Boys are always good

The Best Dog Died

….and I am sure that my friend Cub is in Dog Heaven.

I am sure that Cub is in the place where there are no fences

and running and playing and chasing balls

Cub is playing with other dogs and people

And no matter how far Cub runs

she will always find her way home

and the gate is open for her

–Scout

I write a poem!

My job

When I go out

It is my job

to pick up all the sticks

on the street

especially the sticks

that are twice as big as me

 

When I go out

it is my job

to drag the sticks

as far as I can

for as long as I can

and then drop them

and smile

 

When I go out

it is my job

to notice every rabbit

squirrel

bird

(oh birds! in every color chirp and flutter!)

and chipmunk

and the chipmunk holes

 

I have so many jobs

and these are only the ones

without balls

The End

Love, Scout

A Book Recommendation

Mom and me found a new book recently which we are recommending called More Dog Psalms.  It is by the same person, Herbert Brokering, that wrote Dog Psalms.  (In fairness, we have to note that he also wrote Cat Psalms, and More Cat Psalms.)  Mr. Brokering thinks dogs are good peacemakers, and woof!  I agree!  Here’s something for all you dog and people out there:

I am dog.  I hope.  I hope for hours in silence, behind a shut door; on a doorstep I will wait, for you said you’d be back  I barked, begged; you promised.  I can tell a promise that is being kept.  My whole body feels when you are almost home, when you are almost awake, when we will soon take our walk.  I am ready even before you say it is time  I bark when I hear the car in the driveway.  I am in your way when you open the door.  First you must notice mean; then I will run ahead of you…..I am dog; I am ready to be with you.  Who can ever separate us?

God, my peace is rooted in hope.  Peace is an old story.  I wait for goodwill, seek it and expect it.  Nothing will separate me from the hope for peace.  Nothing in heaven or earth will destroy my hope and expectation.  Hope is your work amng us, a force at work to bring beauty and balance and life to creation.  Hope is not wishful thinking.  Hope is built on old truth old history, and theo ld word:  Behold, everything is very good.  Hope does not allow for the work of detruction and warfare and hunger and separation.  Hope sees the oneness in creation, peace in nature, the singleness of heart, the unity of spirit, the family of all people.  Biind us together with ohpe; link us in ways so we talk together, eat together, walk together, dream together, work together, live together.  When we lose our way to peace, bring us back together through the law of hope.