Meteors

This picture was taken at the Christmas party for the Best Friends Canine Club in Rohnert Park CA of which I am an honorary member. I have special status because I'm the only one who doesn't take a dump on the baseball field. As for the guy behind me, he is a bit annoying. Every time I talk...his lips move. It's very unnerving. Take my word for it.







Meanwhile, I thought I'd share a poem I wrote recently after witnessing a meteor shower. Guess what it's called...



METEORS

When a dog sees a shooting star
He assumes it's God
Racing across the sky
In his little God car


And deep in his soul he knows
That God's dog has its head out the window
Ears back, sniffing nebula and comet trails


And a thousand million odors that you
Will never know


But if you'll put me in your back seat
I will teach you of lilac and honeysuckle
And mowed grass and manure


Even the skunk is a marvel
Reminding you, you are alive


When you die, dogs believe that 
God picks you up in his little car


In this life, the good deeds you do 
Are like dog biscuits you save up
For that glorious ride

                           Warren Peace
                           Translated from canine by Brian Narelle

Questions and answers

Whenever I speak in public I like to take questions from the audience and share my unique canine perspective on life. Invariably some wise guy feels the need to throw out the question “What is the meaning of life?” so I thought I’d just answer it here and now and put the issue to rest. The meaning of life is a function of ego, namely ego attachment to self, a group, a religion or nation. Once attached thusly one’s separateness is reinforced along with an accompanying sense of superiority. This is when people start getting really mean. On the other hand there is the “kinding of life”. This comes from seeing everyone as your brother and sister and, by the way, affording animals equal rights in that regard as well. The next time you see a golden retriever, approach it and see whether you get your arm ripped off or licked to death. I’m betting on the latter.

A word of caution. Don’t try the above with little terriers and the like. The more you humans have bred dogs to be less like wolves the more trouble you cause. I highly advise reading Temple Grandin’s book ANIMALS MAKE US HUMAN.

Amigos Cubanos

On my recent trip to Cuba I was impressed to see many of the dogs there maintaining the tradition of Ernest Hemingway, namely drinking heavily. I'm not sure if they actually write any novels in the morning but by mid afternoon many of them are knocking back mojitos at La Bodeguita Del Medio just like Papa. I took this picture of my pal Ernesto shortly before he passed out on the street. Now if we could just get rid of the embargo on Milk Bones that place would be party central.

Welcome humans

I am thrilled to have my very own blog. After years of being kept in a suitcase I thought getting a doggy travel crate last year was a big step up. And now this. I began performing at cabarets in Sebastopol, California alongside former mayor and poet Larry Robinson. Not to be outdone I began writing my own poetry. Since then I've performed at Dog Fairs, Veteran's Homes, house concerts and private parties. I will inaugurate my blog with one of my shorter poems that fall into the category I call "lowku"s.

                              







   THE TEMPLE

                Inside every dog there is a temple of joy
                You can pick the lock with a tennis ball

                                                              WP