On his little paws

Do you know that poem by Michel van der Plas from 1954? I like it the most.

I sit in front of the window glass

Incredibly bored

I wish I were two little dogs

Then I could play together

I would also like to be two little dogs sometimes when I see our fresh specimen jumping with folded ears of joy and four paws in the air at another dog. And five meters away, another friend is waiting. I live near a not too big but beautiful forest, so there it is file walking. Because there is nothing else to do, and because most dog owners are also nice people, I chat in the meantime while our dogs I don’t know what all are up to with each other. And then I always have to think: what it would be like if we behaved just like that? If we were a dog then...

• We would hop towards each other without introducing ourselves
• We would gently bite each other in the ears
• We would sniff each other's crotch without any shame
• Or maybe we would even cautiously engage in a sixty-nine I would suddenly lie on my back with my arms and legs in the air
• When I got back up, my conversation partner would suddenly mount me from behind without any warning
• Then I would just walk on without saying anything or offering a polite greeting
• I might suddenly bite and snap. Just because I didn’t feel like any of the above for a moment.
• I would occasionally listen to the one who has been calling me for a quarter of an hour, only to then continue my antics.
• I would roll around in the mud three more times
• And then shake myself off very hard
• Preferably when a nicely dressed lady would be standing next to me
• After that, I would eat meat or salmon and sleep for a long time while I, hop, go from nice spot 1 to nice spot 2 to the nicest spot 3 and wait again for another day like that
• I don’t understand what is negative about a dog's life. Those four-legged friends, they haven’t got it so bad.

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