BAND OF BROTHERS
For Dallas and Reno
after Bre Crowell’s “Dog Days on Sullivans Island”
They were a twosome of trouble,
canine equivalents to Frank
and Jesse James. Confederate
bushwhackers, robbery their game.
Your trash can, their stagecoach; your child’s
lunch box, their bank safe; your barbecue,
their savings and loan. Every tree
within twenty square miles, devoid
of bark four feet up; every rotten
stump snuffled, plundered of edible
lichen and fungi; every bush
burgled of berries. In their golden
years, with jowls of an aristocrat
and increasingly arthritic hips,
they employed a driver to slowly
cruise them through the neighborhood,
noses twitching in unison
at the sight of a tomato plant,
recycle bin, lemonade stand.
Outlaws, unfailingly loyal,
bound by blood, driven by sustenance.
To know them was to love them..they ran on their stomachs but no one was more grateful for their loot. Jeff and I are so honored by the tribute. We love you.
We could all learn a thing or two from them about going after what you most desire in life!
Those two doggies were an inspiration!
I can really imagine these two dogs through your writing and clever comparisons………I like this!
Thanks, Gwen! You would have loved Dallas and Reno – faces of cherubs, hearts of steak and ice cream cake!
This makes me cry …
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I’m with you, Ginny! We all loved those outlaw dogs!