A poem by Rose Lavelle
I love dogs.
I love the way their ears smell. I love the way their feet smell.
I love their fur. I love it when I have a layer of dog fur on my clothes.
I love when they snuggle in the nook of your knees. Do you know what I mean? When they snuggle right there?
I love when they sleep with their tongue out and it gets dried out.
I love when you take their collars off and they look naked and bare.
I love their brisket, the chest of them.
I love squeezing their feet with my hands.
I love when they snore. I love when they bark in their sleep.
I love the way my hands smell after meeting a dog on the street.
I love when they wiggle their butts out of happiness. I love when dogs that don’t have tails wiggle their butts.
I love when you talk to them and they turn their head because they’re confused because they don’t speak English.
I love when they twitch in their sleep.
I love when they wear human clothes and green raincoats.
I love seeing dogs at the airport.
I love seeing service dogs because you can just tell that they are so noble but it makes me sad that I can’t pet them.
I love when I randomly see a dog when I wasn’t expecting it and I feel pure jubilation.
All dogs are great.