He licks his paws so clean as determined as he is
to keep the the parasites away
they have little effect and thus they are annoying.
Determined as he is he is a success
though not by dog means he cannot judge by nose alone
he knows alone as a dog.
He will survive weller than his master
and accept his help according to his scent
and even though he cannot dissent he is rewarded with my approval.
He has no conscience of original sin
he has no idea of where to begin and only mourns the lost scents of his doghood
by a smell, a lingering fragance of what was
and a cherished memory of what should have been.
......and meanwhile I wither away with mortality and conscience.
Blessed are the stupid for not knowing their soul.
Ah, the smell of dog is a gracious scent delivered to the meagre.
