Computer problems persist so I will too.
Here’s my response to Ronovan’s latest haiku challenge: Hound & Gain.
Obviously, Finbar comes to mind.
A poor thing a hound
hungry scarred frightened of men
yet I gained his love.
Worthless idle hound
he chased you away hungry
his loss is my gain.
Reblogged this on georgeforfun.
Yay! Finbar’s story reminds me of Simon, a foundling dog we had for many years. Someone else’s discard was our treasure.
I get all sorts of comments from people about my beautiful dog, about how they used to be the dogs of the French court, the hunting dogs of the nobility of the Middle Ages, and they are astonished that not only do dogs like Finbar cost absolutely nothing in Spain, where he comes from, but they are considered like vermin with a use and massacred to the tune of 50,000 at the end of every hunting season if they don’t perform well. Barbaric.
He’s lovely! Well deserving his own poem. Xxx
I won’t tell him. Don’t want it to go to his head 🙂
Just hug him from me then!