{"id":182,"date":"2009-05-19T10:38:03","date_gmt":"2009-05-19T14:38:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/riverdogprints.com\/dogblog\/?p=182"},"modified":"2009-05-19T10:38:03","modified_gmt":"2009-05-19T14:38:03","slug":"dog-poetry","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/cynthomas.com\/rdpblog\/dog-poetry\/","title":{"rendered":"Dog Poetry"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-medium wp-image-184\" title=\"dharma\" src=\"http:\/\/cynthomas.com\/rdpblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/05\/dharma-219x3001.jpg\" alt=\"dharma\" width=\"219\" height=\"300\" \/><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><strong>We dogs are poetry. Simple as that.<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #3366ff;\"><strong>___________________________<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><strong>Dharma<\/strong><br \/>\nThe way the dog trots out the front door<br \/>\nevery morning<br \/>\nwithout a hat or an umbrella,<br \/>\nwithout any money<br \/>\nor the keys to her doghouse<br \/>\nnever fails to fill the saucer of my heart<br \/>\nwith milky admiration.<\/p>\n<p>Who provides a finer example<br \/>\nof a life without encumbrance\u2014<br \/>\nThoreau in his curtainless hut<br \/>\nwith a single plate, a single spoon?<br \/>\nGandhi with his staff and his holy diapers?<\/p>\n<p>Off she goes into the material world<br \/>\nwith nothing but her brown coat<br \/>\nand her modest blue collar,<br \/>\nfollowing only her wet nose,<br \/>\nthe twin portals of her steady breathing,<br \/>\nfollowed only by the plume of her tail.<\/p>\n<p>If only she did not shove the cat aside<br \/>\nevery morning<br \/>\nand eat all his food<br \/>\nwhat a model of self-containment she<br \/>\nwould be,<br \/>\nwhat a paragon of earthly detachment.<br \/>\nIf only she were not so eager<br \/>\nfor a rub behind the ears,<br \/>\nso acrobatic in her welcomes,<br \/>\nif only I were not her god.<\/p>\n<p><strong>~Billy Collins, a US Poet Laureate<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>We dogs are poetry. Simple as that. ___________________________ Dharma The way the dog trots out the front door every morning without a hat or an umbrella, without any money or the keys to her doghouse never fails to fill the saucer of my heart with milky admiration. Who provides a finer example of a life [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-182","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/cynthomas.com\/rdpblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/182","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/cynthomas.com\/rdpblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/cynthomas.com\/rdpblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cynthomas.com\/rdpblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cynthomas.com\/rdpblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=182"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/cynthomas.com\/rdpblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/182\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/cynthomas.com\/rdpblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=182"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cynthomas.com\/rdpblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=182"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cynthomas.com\/rdpblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=182"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}