Conversation With A Dog

I asked my dog what he thought the best in manHe said, "The love you dispense to me twice daily from a can."I said, "Why do you think my question funny?And where would you be without my money?"I said, "There may be some quality in us you must treasure.""It's despair," he said, "of which your money is the measure."Walk like a dog, like anybody canI said, "What about our politics, philosophy, our history?"He said, "If there is something admirable in these it is a mystery.""But there must be something in our system tell me at your leisure.""It's despair," he said, "of which your borders are the measure."Walk like a dog, talk like a manWalk like a dog, like anybody canI said, "What about technology, computers, nuclear fission?""I'm terrified of radiation, hate the television."I said, "There must be something in our scientific treasure.""It's despair," he said, "of which your weapons are the measure.""Feed me, you can beat me. I will love you till I die.But don't ask for admiration and don't ever ask me why."I said, "Why wait till now to demonstrate displeasure?""It's despair," he said, "of which my silence was the measure."Walk like a dog, talk like a manWalk like a dog, like anybody can