We're pleased to feature two works by writer Walt Zientek, whose dog stories and poems have been widely published: ...Carry You and Touching Mediocrity. You can read more of Walt's work in the book Labrador
Tales, which is available at bookstores and through LABMED, an internet-based Labrador Retriever rescue organization dedicated to funding medical care for rescued Labs. Pictured are two of Walt's biggest fans: French
Bulldog Gibson and Yellow Lab Caleb
by Walt Zientek
When I brought
you home, I carried you.
I held you close and made a promise that day.
As I breathed in that sweet, soft, clean smell,
I promised to carry you, and keep you safe and well.
I laughed and spoke so quietly to you
I taught you your name. You showed me your heart
And I showed you mine, as I carried you that day.
When I take you
home, I'll carry you.
I'll hold you close, as I promised that day.
I'll breathe in that old familiar smell,
and keep my promise to keep you safe and well.
I'll cry as I speak so quietly to you.
I'll say your name. You'llshow me your heart.
And I will lose mine, when I carry you, that day.
For Dian, Carol,
Sue, and Jim...
by Walt Zientek
She sat at one
end of the sofa and placed her hand on the hip of the old sleeping dog. She
smiled as she remembered the first Show they'd entered in. She recalled how
the nicer folks there commented on her good points as well as gently pointing
out her faults. She also recalled how other, not as nice folks, made a face
and moved away.
He lightly stroked
the dark yellow fur as she remembered how her hopes were never met in the Ring.
The dog was fixed and took the role of pet to heart. She'd always be a mediocre
Show Dog. That really didn't matter anymore.
*
* * * * * * * * * * * *
His right hand
lifted the steaming coffee to his lips as his left draped over the brown dog's
back. The frosted Autumn morning was silent, still and young. He talked quietly
to the big brown dog as they waited together in that old blind. He talked of
things he'd never way with other folks around.
The big dog listened
well to every word. He knew the ducks were not around that day and really didn't
care. He wasn't eager to swim the icy pond or fight a crippled bid, but of course
he would. If his master's aim should magically turn true, he'd do the job. For
him.
*
* * * * * * * * * * * *
She knelt down
and lightly squeezed the black cheeks between her palms. She wondered if this
goofy boy would ever understand the exercise. She shook her head and laughed
as he just seemed to grin and hang his tongue.
*
* * * * * * * * * * * *
The man stood
silently beneath the big tree. His eyes were locked upon the marker on the ground.
His mind raced through memories. He allowed his heart to speak, to cry and mourn.
He placed his hand upon the stone and held it there a long, long time.
He felt a cold
nose touch his arm, a wet tongue against his skin. The gangly pup nudged and
pressed his head against the man. The man hugged the pup and held him closely
for a little while, before they turned and walked away.
Copyright © 1998
by Walt Zietek.
Walt
Zientek
is a special education teacher in an urban high school. He resides in Connecticut
with his wife Wendy, daughters Cory and Jamie, Yellow Lab Caleb, and French
Bulldog Gibson. Walt's works have appeared in lab-related publications on three
continents and in the book, Labrador Tales. His goal has always been
to find emotion hidden in the ordinary.
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