Did you ever wonder what rescuing a dog might be like? After all, you don't really know what you are "getting" when you rescue a dog. Let me sing you the Song of Rosita.
She's a naughty dog.
Shameless
Indifferent...
until she wants something.
If it's too quiet,
she can be found
on Grandma's table
on our kitchen table
ninja pooping in the corner of my bedroom.
She can't be bothered to walk without being dragged
as she wants the neighbors to think we're torturing her.
Did I mention she is shameless?
Rosita is slow
until she is fast
and then she is really fast
difficult to catch once she starts running.
Running away, that is.
Last weekend, she escaped my grasp
Prancing down the sidewalk
just fast enough I can't catch her
neighbors chasing after in an effort to help
I swear to God she was smiling.
The only way to catch Rosita is to wait until she squats to pee.
It's the only chance
to keep her from keeping on and on
it's usually mid stream
and there is no time to dawdle.
Miss the chance and she's gone again.
It's easy to see how she ended up on the streets
and in the shelter
and given citations.
Nose up in the air
not because there's bacon cooking
but because she's judging us.
Rosita, looking down upon her minions
which happen to be her humans
who happen to feed her
but that means nothing
when there is a dead bird to be carried around
or when there is a live bird that needs to be dead
or there is fresh goose poop to eat
She runs away with a bird in her mouth
and I swear she is smirking
while the bird is squawking.
Rosita, you are shameless.
Do not be fooled by her white fluffiness
small stature
seeming inability to follow commands
seeming innocence.
She understands just fine how to do tricks
she just chooses whether or not to do them.
Definitely not a lap dog
mostly an asshole
unless she's not being an asshole.
A high pitch, screeching bark
more a scream
painfully, painfully loud
no way to dissuade
disturbs the entire neighborhood at 5 AM
because she needs all to know
there is a bunny in their yard
and it must be screamed away.
Everyone knows when Rosita is walking.
There is a definite love of rolling in something dead
eating things of which are not to be eaten
barking when she feels like it
barking with her sister
barking because she feels the need
to warn you of nothing.
She totally fooled us
Damn dog is a LOT smarter than she projects.
I see how she is.
Princess with her own pool
Gets dramatic when it's over 75 degrees and sunny
God help us when it's 90 degrees
she is NOT going anywhere
unless you carry her.
Rosita knows how to gain the attention
of those in attendance of her court.
Fireworks?
Thunder?
Scratching on the gate
doesn't care if it's late
or the middle of the night
She's keeps scratching
knocking
scratching...
while she is still laying down
definitely NOT in trauma
definitely not putting much effort into it
just enough to be a pain in the ass
she is wearing me down
and she is smirking
because she knows she WILL wear me down
and she does.
Damn dog runs past the gate
hops on the bed
and goes immediately to sleep
while I sit on the couch
bitter, part of one
serving the Royal Highness, once again.
She has trained me well.
Rosita is proud to let you know
she will bite you
a pathetic bite but a bite nonetheless
if you are looking to be bitten
or even if you're not.
She tolerates no fools
that look of disdain
not sure you are worth biting.
She has never tried to bite me...
Yet.
The wife?
She's been chomped on a couple of times
not enough to really call a bite
nothing that draws blood
but enough to say
I OWN YOU, BITCH.
Step away from me
unless you are bringing me
treats or food or goose poop.
Thankfully, her sister puts Rosita in her place now and then
or no telling how shameless Rosita would be.
Naughty
Shameless
Indifferent
Perfect.
I wouldn't want it any other way.
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