Dog walks man! See it here!

In Barcelona, you see a lot of people walking dogs, and something made me take note of an interesting dog-human pair I passed yesterday. The dog was a low-slung dachshund-beagle looking thing, and the man holding the leash walked with the slow, jerky steps of someone with reconstructed hips or legs. Neither of them was in a hurry. I thought he was a pretty lucky guy.

Dog walks man!

The dog is out to walk the man. He needs his exercise. (The man that is, he’d never leave the sofa otherwise.)

They've known each other long and well. It used to be the man who organized the outings to the local pipi-can.

The dog now fetches other things than what his master throws -- medications, the remote control ...-- It's amazing how he knows his master's needs, no words and no command.

But if you've ever had a dog I think you'll understand.

Dedicated to 3 special dogs: Penny, Brandy, and Lady

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vocabulary: In an attempt to toilet train dog-owners, Barcelona city planners came up with the idea of establishing officially designated dog pooping areas in parks, and coined them “pipi-cans” (‘can’ = dog).

Maintenance

This one came to me one morning as I was flat on my back doing my just-out-of-the-shower daily stretch routine. So it started before I even made it to the sidewalk!

Maintenance

Right knee to breast, feel the strain.
Now, the left. The pain, again.
Right leg up, to point and flex.
Once, a dancer. Now, an ex- .

Lift both legs and circle feet,
first outside, and then in.
Clench your buttocks fifty times,
then do it all again.

Work against the gravity.
Envision strength and grace.
Not Hercules, but Sisyphus,
knows the task I face!