My Dog – Juno salutes Carrie Newcomer and her wonderful song

Carrie Newcomer rocks. I mean, how many people write songs about dogs? How  many people write songs about what their dogs think about them? When I have a moment I will scan all available literature. Oh I know, “Who let the dogs out?” I just don’t get it. Carrie does it better.

It is true that she writes about an old grey dog, quite a contrast from my own young brown self. Colour friends, is not an issue. I will also be old one day. Kathie and Ken had a series of old dogs over the years. They seem to appreciate my own peppy puppy self—most of the time. While Ken slept Kathie joined me in the back yard last night around midnight, barking, loudly, to enforce a certain security against who knows what. All is now quiet on the western front I am pleased to report.

Carrie’s song got me thinking about Ken and Kathie and me. We have such fun together, running and playing (I actually do the running and playing), travelling (Kathie drives the car; Ken navigates, and I enjoy the ride). We share a wonderful symbiotic relationship (Symbiosis (from Greek συμβίωσις, symbíōsis, “living together” . . . any type of a close and long-term biological interaction between two different biological organisms, be it mutualistic, commensalistic, or parasitic – Hmm, I’ll take the first two and leave the last thanks). We’re close, let’s just leave it at that.

Carrie’s dog “loves her (Carrie) more than bones.” Carrie returns the affection as she  “tries to be the person that my dog thinks I am.” And the song keeps on singing, urging kindness, across species, who likely have with more in common with each other than unique. Linguistic dualism across species is not always helpful, don’t you agree? Hearts pump blood through lungs which breathe, allowing for circulation which powers legs which walk and run bodies that wake and sleep. (Howz that for poetic symmetry!)

Humans and dogs both sense anger and thrive when loved. Dogs bark and humans shout; we recognize each other and enjoy the company of friends and strangers alike. Humans are created in the image of God and Dog is God spelled backwards.

“And when in doubt just be kind, Even to yourself, Not just everyone else.”

So woofing wise; so much wisdom in this magical, musical friendship song. Carrie Newcomer rocks. Thank you Carrie! I shall say no more. Enjoy the song. My Dog.

I have a grey old dog
Who loves me more than bones.
She's seen my best and worst,
And still calls me her very own.

She doesn’t think I need a Nobel prize,
I’m just fine in her eyes.
Heaven help anyone who tries
To tell her something less.
She’s just not impressed.
I’m doing the best I can,
At least that’s what I plan.
I’m trying to be the person that
My dog thinks I am.

There’s room to improve, my mother used to say,
“Don’t let big dogs get you down, or get in your way.”
It just takes a little spit and shine,
A little patience, a little time.
And when in doubt just be kind,
Even to yourself,
Not just everyone else.

I’m doing the best I can,
At least that’s what I plan.
I’m trying to be the person that
My dog thinks I am.
Though she’s not the sharpest crayon,
My dog loves me as I am.
Unenlightened or attuned,
She still thinks I hang the moon.

I thought I might skip the middle of the book,
Blow past all those pages without a single look.
Even when its hard to see,
I'm right where I need to be.
We all learn to some degree
One step at a time.
And this step is mine.
I’m doing the best I can,
At least that’s what I plan.
I’m trying to be the person that
My dog thinks I am.

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