Top is an old German postcard with a poem by author Rudolf Anatol Petz. Bottom photo is of BabyFlake, probably the most precious of all the dogs who have owned me over the past six decades.
October 31, 1983, a cold, rainy Halloween night. A gentleman was out driving on a road that ran along a local forest preserve. A tire went flat. He got out of his car to change it, jacked up the car, took off the blown tire, hadn’t yet put the new tire on. Hadn’t noticed a large box sitting between the woods and the street.
Suddenly the box began to move. The box began to move toward him. Being as how this was a cold, rainy, very dark Halloween night, he was torn between just leaving the car & running away screaming, or using common sense. He did a little of both. He began to run away, realized it was probably just some dumb prank, and came back towards the moving box.
Taking the top off the box, he discovered 6 tiny, cold, wet, smelly, very young German Shorthaired Pointer puppies squirming around.
The next morning he took them to a local humane society, which immediately took them in. One of them, a tiny female who was obviously the runt of the litter, was very sickly — she had pneumonia — so the society called me to ask me to foster her. She was such a little pain in the ass that I ended up keeping her.
Even tho she never stopped being a little pain in the ass, and never did fully recover her health, she was the absolutely perfectest dog. :)
Following is a very (very!) rough, and somewhat lacking, translation of Petz’s poem. But when I read it, I knew what he meant:
You look at me with your brown, clear eyes
And a world full of loyalty to me,
Unconditional love and devotion,
I’m your friend, your Lord, your God for you.
Everything reflected in your eyes
Shows me the loveliness in your soul;
You are the source off all that is good,
Your love is always there for me.
And what have I to give you?
My God, so little.
You’re rewarded with a good word.
Or your eyes thank me when I stroke so gently.
So light, so fast, my happy dog.
You look at me with your clear, brown eyes,
Eyes that I can always confide in, always trust in,
No eyes on this earth can look on me
Like your clear, brown eyes.