Dogs Of War

Once in a while

our dog Pali will find a deer bone

or antler

and she’ll be so proud,

slobbering all over herself

and everything else

just chomping away without a care in the world

and she’ll be content

and take a nap

and her sister Izzy will come along and think

‘Wow, a bone without a dog for a dog without a bone!’

and she’ll take it from under Pali’s paw as she sleeps

but then Pali will wake up

and snap

and she’ll start growling at Izzy

and barking ‘Give it back!’

but it’s Izzy’s bone now

and she’s going to defend it

and she lunges at Pali and bites her

and a battle ensues

and they’re both out for the kill

and it’s a death match

that they’re both set to lose

because, in the fog of war

their sister Lulu walks by

and quietly snatches the bone

and Pali and Izzy,

covered in blood and sweat and mud

calm down the moment I pry them apart

and within minutes they’re just laying there peacefully

helping lick each others wounds

and Lulu is just laying there peacefully

chewing on the deer bone

and all is forgiven

and they move on

and they are best friends once again

and they are sisters once again

and we have so much to learn

from dogs

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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