I wrote a poem once about a big black dog that lived down the end of our street and how he threw himself against the gate as you walked on by.
The owner would fly out the front door, his hair all spiky as though he had been zapped by lightning and yell out No Satan No but it made no difference.
The dog would bark and lunge till you had passed.
My friend also has a big black dog. It doesn’t listen either.
He has never seen it but it is always there. Sometimes it just sits in the corner and snores.
Don’t bother it, I say. Let sleeping dogs lie.
At other times it mopes around the house following my friend out to the garden when he’s watering the plants or having a cigarette or down the shops even though dogs aren’t allowed on buses.
Do not feed it, I say, nor pat it. It is a mongrel.
Tell it to piss off. Tell it you have a bff, a loving family and A LIFE !
He sends me a LOL with a few smileys and the big black dog slinks away.
Weeks, months go by and just when he thinks it will never come back, it does. He texts me.
It’s the nature of the beast, I text back. Kick it in the ribs. We joke. We laugh. I go over for a drink, a chat. The black dog is nowhere to be seen.