From Kennel or Hearth?
In the bush south of Chapleau
Two stormy portages away,
Stood a Golden Dog 'Brandy'
Under ashen skies grey.
We were hunting for moose
When the dog so peculiar
Got a look in his eye
A look, not all familiar.
You had to know him
Obtained as a pup
And for his 12 years growing
He'd NEVER act up.
A Golden Retriever loving;
Gave his heart, as they do,
Through a divorcing depression
Empathy, always HIS view.
We'd slept wet together
Under a canoe in the snow
Stranded cold at portages
Unable to go.
The dog taught the man
(and his children as infants)
The meaning of steadfast
Long, loving commitments.
So 12 years of friendship
Were tested that day
When the dog turned to the man
And his temper gave way.
He curled his lips
And his fangs were all bared
His hackles were raised
And his nostrils were flared.
He let out a growl,
Low rumbling at first
Then the man and dog stepped
toward each other, & cursed.
A sharp 'Come' and
'The Eye' gave the dog the command
But he just stared so blankly
Never coming to hand.
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poem by Richard Stopps
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