NB: CD is taking a short break for the holidays and will return in the new year! Stay safe, stay jolly x
Meeting up at the park with that dog who is master of all dogs, driving a car with that dog who is master of all dogs. Meeting the parents of that dog who is master of all dogs, fancy candlelit dinner with that dog who is master of all dogs. Falling out with that dog who is master of all dogs, acrimonious relationship with that dog who is master of all dogs. Reconciliation with that dog who is master of all dogs. Smoking a joint with that dog who is master of all dogs. That dog who is master of all dogs has vassals, sausage dogs and border collies dashing from dog park to dog park with missives and canine bulls from your friend and mine, that dog who is master of all dogs. That dog who is master of all dogs waits tables on his days off, balancing plates and glasses on his long flat head and back and tramping regally to the kitchen to deposit the plates, and tramping regally to the bar sink to deposit the glasses, here a master of no dogs. That dog who is master of all dogs enjoys on these days the break from the intense pressure of being master of all dogs, enjoys his time to work hard without thinking, without having to receive in his kennel dachshund after retriever after greyhound after bloodhound after shepard after bernard after alsatian after chihuahua after mastiff after heeler and hear complaints in broken spanish (the only language common to all dogs) about ratios of dry to wet food, or radicals demanding reform of the distribution of off-leash areas, or religious types (borzois mostly) hoping to receive a lick-blessing from that most holy high dog, that dog who is master of all dogs. But at heart that dog who is master of all dogs is a simple dog, and that dog who is master of all dogs likes no part of his day better than to return home finally to that dog who is partner of all dogs.
Daniel Holmes is a writer currently living in Kensington. He was recently published in ‘no more poetry’ magazine.