I have derived deep insights just by taking the dog for a walk.
This is hot off the presses . . . with a lot of help from my friends: a friend from high school (Nick), a friend from my days at Georgetown Day School (Topher), and a true and loyal dog friend (Frannie).
© 2020, Steven E. Cutts
a Studio C Recording 2020
with Nick Costa, drums; Topher Dunne, bass; and Frannie, as herself.
Oh, I wish I were a dog!
That’s a shocker, I confess.
Right now I’m straining at my leash
And feeling overwhelmed by stress.
Every dog I know lives a life filled with blissful, unadulterated charms;
And most hints of danger are really only false alarms.
A steady brown-eyed gaze
Or a slurpy kiss
Would prompt my catered meals of kibble
Served in my own silver dish.
No one could claim I was crazy for baying at the moon.
If I felt like it I’d nap an entire afternoon --
Just as easy as falling off a log;
Oh, I wish I were a dog!
If only I could be a dog –
I’d ignore the monthly rent;
I’d take no notice of the bills
And still feel perfectly content.
Instead of listening to the news and worrying ‘bout this crazy world
I could curl up in a ball -- nose beneath my tail -- and dream about chasing squirrels.
Forget the daily chores;
Forget the house repairs.
I’d be dressed for all occasions --
Wouldn’t fret about what to wear
I would never pause to ponder any deep philosophy;
In pursuit of info I would sniff the forest for the trees;
I’d have a rich internal monologue
Oh, I wish I were a dog!
Just as easy as peeing on a log;
Oh, I wish I were a dog!