Porter's Poem: Through the Blizzard

Porter's Poem: Through the blizzard

Porter had missed a couple recent walks, and his buddy, Caoimhe (Kee-vah), couldn't come play because of the blizzard all day. So despite the weather, he and I went for a short walk. Only about 1/3 of a mile around a block.

This wasn't strictly through the blizzard as it has been winding down for a while. But it was still -4 degree F. with a windchill of -31. And there were a lot of drifts. Many people have managed to clear their walkways, but some were again on the way to drifting over.

Porter enjoyed almost all the walk, but then we hit a spot where a fairly big, wide drift blocked our path. There was no easy way to go around it, so through it was. The drift was about to my knees, so he was sinking to his belly. About half way through, he stopped, and gave me pitiful looks while lifting one back paw high out of the snow and then the other. We weren't that far from being through the drift so I called to him encouragingly and continued. After a moment or two, he came bounding along into the cleared area of sidewalk before us. He was quite proud of himself and went immediately back to his favorite pass-time of following interesting smells about (but not back into a big drift!)

However, while he was stuck, he made up this poem:


Through the Blizzard

Daddy you knows, my toes is cold.
Daddy you knows, I don't want to goes.
Daddy you knows, when the cold wind blows.
Daddy you knows, I don't want to goes.

Daddy you knows, I might give a whimper.
Daddy you knows, I don't want to goes.
Daddy you knows, the drift is high.
Daddy you knows, I don't want to goes.

Daddy you knows, I don't want to goes.
But I did.       
                                               -- Porter


Granted, my telepathic connection with him is far from perfect, so I might have gotten a word or punctuation mark or two wrong. But I think his intent comes through clearly.

cheers,
skg