All Dogs Come from Heaven
There is a puppy in the building
I like her
She likes everyone
She is rather all legs and nose
And a tongue and rounded teeth
That want to nip and sandpaper everything
We know how unconditional
The regard of dogs can be
They want to love us
Forgive and forget
All the rest
All human caprices
Go, dog, go
C L Couch
Go, Dog. Go! is a story about (fast) dogs by P. D. Eastman.
Photo by J-S Romeo on Unsplash
Tleta-El Henchane, Morocco
I use C L Couch when writing formally because it is a version of my name that's genderless. And, frankly, easier for handwriting--I have a severe writer's cramp. In conversation, I go by Christopher, having been named for the boy who had the poly bear and finally being (achieving) fine with that.
I use small Xes all the time because WordPress won't let me cut and paste the text from my program page to this one. (Grrrrrr.)
I am a career educator, semi-retired due to disability. I live in Mechanicsburg, Pennsylvania (USA).
The main photographs at this site (of the road, of me) were crafted by photographer and my friend Debra Danielson. A variety of her work is available for appreciation at
Thank you, lookers, hearers.--Christopher
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