In and Out
The Lapdog
Dogs that stand outside and seek admittance to within
overlook the worth of what they’ve seen and where they’ve been.
Those of us sealed fast inside yearn to see the world
that we have been deprived of as we lie securely curled
in the safety of our houses, away from chasing cars
and other fun activities kept from us by bars.
We would feel such ecstasy racing after squirrels,
other dogs and cats and lizards, skunks and boys and girls.
We seek to flee the rules that those street dogs seem to flout.
We would have such wild adventures if we only could get out!!
The Street Dog
Lucky little dogs with collars sit there looking out
as though they do not know what life for street curs is about.
We’d love to have their pampering and their daily feeding.
What they seek escape from is exactly what we’re needing!
Seeing Santiago’s new pup longing to get outside and my dogs yearning to get in put me in mind of these poems I wrote years ago so I had to add this last photo on to the poem and repost it.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
It’s so true. And it’s how many people think too.
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Lovely post. Cute dogs
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Cute pups.
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Humans are this way too, have you noticed?
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You are right…some of them. Although I think few homebodies would choose to be homeless.
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I agree.
I think, given the actual choice between homelessness and a home, almost no one would choose homelessness.
I’m the ultimate homebody, trust me ~ even when I lived in the cheapest of cracked-window, cigarette-burt furniture, and peeling, slanting floors, my guests would stop at the entrance and say, “How beautiful.”
I am not given that choice.
My choice is limited to situations with humiliating entry, hyper-restrictive rules, and a master lock behind the front counter. That’s not a home, it’s “housing.”
It’s a polite prison.
Although a home ~ a real bed for this disabled body, a bath, a morning cup of coffee ~ is something I have wished for so badly I can taste it, I am fully committed to my own sovereignty and, most of all, freedom.
I will end my life before going to our modern ghettos, so I hope no one tries to take me there.
I want a home. A home. If that is not given to me as a choice for all my lifelong sacrifice and work for the people around me near and far, then I have none indeed.
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