Going To The Dogs Again

Another week off from column writing so I can attend to some other matters too long neglected.

But just to remind you that I’m only on temporary leave, I thought it best to give you a reason to turn to www.haroldandersen.com every Thursday morning.

Appropriate for a member of a family—one of many such families, of course—where dogs are de facto master or mistress of the house—in return for which they give absolutely unquestioning love and devotion—my offering today starts with a touching “Ode” which tells of a dog’s arrival before St. Peter.  Then a cartoon from a collection of those drawn by Charles Barsotti in The New Yorker Magazine and then published in a book, the cover of which includes a drawing of a dog on a doggie psychiatrist’s couch explaining his problem in the books title:  “They Moved My Bowl.”

The cartoon depicts a happy ending to a dog’s long wait for his master to appear at the pearly gates.


From a devoted pet reporting to his master (or mistress) on his arrival at the pearly gates:

I explained to St. Peter,
I’d rather stay here,
the pearly gates.

I won’t be a nuisance,
I won’t even bark.
I’ll be very patient and wait.

I’ll be here chewing on a celestial bone,
No matter how long you may be.

I’d miss you so much, if I went in alone,
It wouldn’t be Heaven for me.

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