For sooth, it is a great misunderstanding that dogs do not understand Shakespeare. However, if you listen to their barks, their whines, their howls, you will realize their words are as grand as the great Bard himself. In this and following posts, I hope to capture the depth of sorrow, the height of elation, the wagging of joy, which can all occur in a mere moment of a dog’s life.
So, today, I introduce:
What is this winter’s day of snow and ice?
‘Tis a bitter cold which bites at my paws,
Which covers the soft grass in once I rolled,
The warm sun now is frozen beyond my reach,
And I must curl on blanket by fire,
Games of balls and Frisbees on hold,
‘Til this bitter frost thaws and play can be harvested.
- What is your favorite game to play with your dog?
- If you were a dog, would you rather play in the snow or roll in grass?
- If you were a dog and attacked by a fire-breathing dragon, what would you do?
Side Note: The real story is I’ve been writing these monologues weekly for the past few months to my brother and sister who are away on missions for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. I am in the midst of grad school combined with trying to publish my first novel, and I thought this would be a better way to upkeep my blog in between more in-depth posts.