Dogs Are Nice

Dogs Are Nice

Kelvin De Jesus, Literary Journalist

Dogs are nice, they’re there for me when I’ve endured an awful day, there when my woes won’t go away. Dogs are nice, they’re kind, dynamic, and lovely, they’re hyper-kinetic, you’ll find, but supremely. Dogs are nice, whimsical and frantic, amusing and, dare I say it, romantic. Dogs are nice, nice creatures, made to love man, so man can love them back. If everybody picks on you and all your plans have fallen through; if you feel lonesome, sad, and blue, the dog is there just for you. I used to own a dog, a boy’s delight, made me feel good, made me feel right. Dogs are gracious

God spelled backward, a gift to guarantee happiness. Happiness it guarantees, with a dog by my position, I feel free, I feel like me. Dogs are nice, all of them, from the Chihuahua to the Greyhound, from a retriever to the Poodle, yes, even the Goldendoodle. And yes, like I’ve said. Dogs are nice, they’re there when you’ve endured an awful day, there when your woes won’t go away. Dogs keep your secrets safe within.

They don’t care if you lose or win. They’re the perfect type of kin…

I entered a pet store. I wondered what they had in there. The sight was ghastly, the sight of dogs with missing legs! Broken paws! Missing eyes and even heads!

Gasping at the horrors within the store, thinking: God’s gift, but like all of them, ruined by man’s grasp, man’s touch, like a belt without the clasp. Man’s best friend, but man doesn’t share that sentiment, I suppose all we have is pent up resentment. It’s tiring seeing animals go to waste, being killed for sport, no remorse, just because it pays! What have we become, destroying nature, knowing that our path of destruction has just begun! Rage is what I felt! Dogs are nice, but not man, we are the animals that call others the same, we’re so lame, nothing but savages with no tame! Dogs are nice, we should be there when they’ve endured an awful day, there when their woes won’t go away. Dogs are nice, they’re kind, dynamic, and lovely, they’re hyper-kinetic, you’ll find, but supremely, but we are slimy scum, no calm and unruly! But alas, I can still say. Dogs are nice…  Even though the terrors within the store, they were nice, they were happy. They showed affection, which is why I believe dogs are nice. If you feel lost in no-man’s-land, there’s always a sweet little glimmer of hope, the dog, where you and it can band, and dogs are nice.

Now come the last moments with the dog… It’s old age, old age that consumes it… Just as mine does. As we both lay there… Life hanging by a thread, you rejoice, the life you led, you turn to your dog. Look it in the eyes, touch it’s soft perfect fur, as you run your hand gently through it’s hair, you cry, you utter the words, the words you’ve thought of your whole life, you tell it with your last breath… “Dogs are nice, they’re there when you’ve endured an awful day, there when your woes won’t go away. Dogs are nice, they’re kind, dynamic, and lovely, they’re hyper-kinetic, you’ll find, but supremely. Dogs are nice, whimsical and frantic, amusing and, dare I say it. Romantic. Dogs are nice, nice creatures, made to love man, so man can love them back. If everybody picks on you and all your plans have fallen through; if you feel lonesome, sad and blue, the dog is there just for you. Dogs are nice…”