Dear Mamita Taba,
In my two years of dog existence, I reckon it will take a longer time for us to fully understand each other.
I whispered this poem to Mommy’s ear while she was sleeping last night for I know it shall take more than soft howls and barks before my message gets through you. I hope that in so doing, you can see everything that’s been going on in a different light.
Here it is…
I Love Thee, I Hate Thee
Soundly, I sleep on the cold, cold floor
Here in my favorite spot by the door
Mommy has left for her work at four
So I let out my ever soft, ever cute snore
And in the midst of my usual dream
Where KFC chicken flows down like a stream
A strong force pulls me away… or so it seems
I wake up. See you holding my paws. And, oh, with pride you beam!
Why must you always want me near
When someone comes close to me, someone I hold dear(ly)?
Yet when I get closer, much is said about my ear
And you must know this, really: it’s your wicked laughter I fear.
Maybe I’ve found a friend in my Mommy’s closet
Where you placed me on and inside while I began to fret
You laughed and why did you? I just really want to forget
One night, the closet’s door fell on your leg without any regret
If you say you loved my eyes and how I look at people conversing
Why make it pop out while
… Oh, my face! Please, please just stop squeezing…
And, pray do tell me
why you cast dagger looks when I’m snuggling
With my mom and tell her that my eyes are deceiving
Yet, still, after all is said and done
I feel that you love me though it just isn’t always fun
You might like me less when I smell like the sun
But your love never wavers, my needs you never shun
If in the future fate points us to different directions
I shall reminisce and remember all your good intentions
However peculiar and unorthodox these expressions
Of your love for me are, one will see love’s simplicity in all its complications
Love me today. Hate me tomorrow.
The day after that, your love for me oddly will grow.
If Cesar, the Dog Whisperer, tried to figure out how this relationship goes
I’m quite certain the world has seen the last of his show.
I love you, Mamita Taba.
Schekie is a shih tzu and his Mamita is my best friend, his second mom. “Taba” means “fat”. These two have a love-hate relationship. 🙂