All Dogs Come from Heaven

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

Just now

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

clcouch123

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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