Every time I observe Rascal I find myself noticing more about him. Like the way it appears as if he is smiling when he is asleep. Or the way he stands on his feet to lean against you when your about to leave; pleading that wherever your going he wants to go too. Or the way the hair on his back stands up when he is barking at someone, tilting his head back like a coyote. My point is,I never would have expected to learn so much about him in just a short amount of time. Working on the project had drawn Rascal and I closer together. During my observations we have made many memories, and I found a poem that reminds me of Rascal. I have however come to wonder what is it that makes a human and a dogs connection so strong.
My favorite memory that tops all was on November 21st. He was in my sister's room and when I was going to pick him up he gave me this look that seemed to say if you get near me I will bite you. Nimsi calls it the "stink eye" I understood the message and walked away. Before leaving I said " Fine I see how it is and I don't care" with that I left. You might be wondering well why is that your favorite memory? Well when I woke up the next day I heard a strange sound. At first I thought my phone was vibrating, but that was not it. I lifted my covers and you wouldn't guess who was there. Rascal! and that noise I was talking about was him snoring.
He was lost!-not a shade of doubt of that;
For he never barked at a slinking cat,
But stood in the square where the wind blew raw
With a drooping ear and a trembling paw
And a mournful look in his pleading eye
And a plaintive sniff at the passer-by
That begged as plain as a tongue could sue,
"O Mister! please may I follow you?"
A lorn wee waif of a tawny brown
Adrift in the roar of a heedless town.
Oh, the saddest of sights in a world of sin
Is a little lost pup with his tail tucked in!
He won my heart, for I set great store,
on my own Red Beaut, who is here no more.
So I whistled clear, and he trotted up,
and who so glad, as that small lost pup.
Now he shares my board and he owns my bed,
And he fairly shouts when he hears my tread;
Then, if things go wrong, as they sometimes do,
and the world is cold, and I'm feeling blue
He asserts his right to assuage my woes
With a warm, red tongue and a nice, cold nose
And a silky head on my arm or knee
And a paw as soft as a paw can be.
When we rove the woods for a league about
He's as full of pranks as a school let out;
For he romps and frisks like a three months' colt,
And he runs me down like a thunderbolt.
Oh, the blithest of sights in the world so fair
Is a gay little pup with his tail in the air!
For he never barked at a slinking cat,
But stood in the square where the wind blew raw
With a drooping ear and a trembling paw
And a mournful look in his pleading eye
And a plaintive sniff at the passer-by
That begged as plain as a tongue could sue,
"O Mister! please may I follow you?"
A lorn wee waif of a tawny brown
Adrift in the roar of a heedless town.
Oh, the saddest of sights in a world of sin
Is a little lost pup with his tail tucked in!
He won my heart, for I set great store,
on my own Red Beaut, who is here no more.
So I whistled clear, and he trotted up,
and who so glad, as that small lost pup.
Now he shares my board and he owns my bed,
And he fairly shouts when he hears my tread;
Then, if things go wrong, as they sometimes do,
and the world is cold, and I'm feeling blue
He asserts his right to assuage my woes
With a warm, red tongue and a nice, cold nose
And a silky head on my arm or knee
And a paw as soft as a paw can be.
When we rove the woods for a league about
He's as full of pranks as a school let out;
For he romps and frisks like a three months' colt,
And he runs me down like a thunderbolt.
Oh, the blithest of sights in the world so fair
Is a gay little pup with his tail in the air!
Arthur Guiterman,
Little Lost Pup
Little Lost Pup
Since we have been looking at poems in our English class I decided to look at some that talked about dogs. Out of all the ones I read this poem by Arthur Guiterman was by far my favorite. It was as if the light bulb in my head turned on and I thought about Rascal. The beginning reminds me of when we had first gotten Rascal and how in some ways he acted like this. Rascal seemed lonely
and seemed lost at the pet store before we had gotten him. Through his actions we began to love him and he began to earn our trust. When I am having a bad or sad stormy day Rascal is always there to make the clouds and rain go away and brings the sun back ones again. He also gets excited to see us just like where the poem says "and he runs me down like a thunderbolt". Arthur Guiterman summed up the way I feel about Rascal and this poem brought him to my thoughts.
According to Nathalia Gjersoe, love makes a dog and there owner have such a strong connection. like babies they get attached to there owner. For example, if you put a baby in an unknown environment they will be upset and will get happy when there mother comes back. Likewise dogs do the same.
Dogs show an almost identical pattern of responses with respect to their owners – sniffing about, returning to the owner, pawing the door and whining when the owner leaves followed by exuberant greetings on their return. Like babies they are distrustful of strangers in the room with them and tend to show signs of increasing distress the longer their owner is away(45-49)
Although people say that a dog can't understand a human this is not true. Research shows that dogs do understand language. For example, Rico a border collie can differentiate from 200 different labels(Dogs an Uncomplicated).
Body language, the fact that they understand us, and most importantly love makes a human and a dogs connection so strong. I know understand how Rascal and I have such a strong connection. This is not the end for we have more memories to come and we will continue to make our connection stronger.
Work Cited
"Dog Poems and Verse For You to Enjoy." DogQuotations.com. N.p., n.d. Web. 11 Dec. 2014.
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