A Damn Fool Thing To Do
It was a damn fool thing to do
To walk to the little store
on a blistering cold day
for nothing more than creamer
for a coffee I only truly needed
back in my kitchen shivering.
But unlike the last few days
for once I was not alone
He was just a black ball of hair
sitting at the corner crying
When I picked him up
And brought him home.
My Margaret thinks,
That with a proper haircut
He would be somekind of poodle
Though his floppy tail
Does not stand Frenchman
Straight and proud.
The boy's girlfriend calls him Harry
I have no idea why,
But it is a good an proper name,
And it would probably upset the French
Who can be touchy about these things.
So Harry licks my face
He is a Frenchman
So I suspect it is for the salt
Rather than gratitude
But I like that about him as well.
Donna thought I should get a cat
Harry will do just fine.
When he first arrived
He would sit on the couch top
And look out the window.
We have tried to find his owner.
He doesn't look out the window
So much anymore.
On real cold days
He does his business in the kitchen
When I ask if he wants to go out,
He looks at me
As though it would be a damn fool thing to do.
Hey Frankie,
Thanks for the message on my site. I'd have more people reading if I could
write as well as you, but I think of it more as a journal and as a means of
keeping up with my friends (at least the few who takes time to check it).
Anyway, the good news is that you've been adopted by Harry, which I think
is great. I have absolutely nothing against dogs, except a slight allergy,
and I know they give even more unconditional love than cats. Your news
made my day because I know how much fun you're in for. So, unless someone
pounds on your door demanding his return, hang onto him and enjoy.....and
keep us posted!!
Well, Harry is a hair dog not a fir dog, so allergies are not as likely.
Though I have never suffered from any anyhow. My grandson noticed your
comment and indicated he had heard of one from his days in Cambridge. Had
an interesting congregation at my place for NH primary night in that my
daughter, grandson, and the boy with a few friends all stopped in. The
conversation went round and round like it used to back in the days when I
had a weekly poker game. Prohibitions on religion and politics never
applied though you did have to be careful about sports of all things. Guess
we had a funny sense of passion back in those days. We had people from all
over the map politics wise at that table but it never got out of hand.
Somehow the distinctions were not as great somehow though quite real. Good
to hear from you as always. -Frankie
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