Nick's girlfriend gave me this poem she wrote for her creative writing course, about the first time she ever came to our house. I asked if it was ok to post it here, because I wanted to share it. Kind of a different view of my big guys.
Stella
Dog House
Walking up the concrete stairs
brought me to a quant, white house.
Howls of aggression permeated the windows,
rattling the glass panes.
What lay ahead, behind that
thick wooden door had to be
the Hounds of h*ll that my sweetheart
had so affectionately been preparing me for.
The click of a turned knob
in a pin-dropping silence told me
whatever is waiting, lips curled,
will sink into my flesh before I could change my mind.
Attached to his back, my boyfriend steps in
and my feet meet the hairy carpet.
The two souless, ebony beasts
caught me off guard immediately.
Saliva was not pouring off of jaws
that showed off sparkling fangs.
Enough was all the master said
and the monsters sat down,
staring me down, looking deep within.
The words could not emit from my
paralyzed mouth.
And I burst to the hallway
prepared for the attack,
but it was not yet time.
Safely I met my sanctuary in a room
on the foot of the bed.
That's when he entered. His
masterfully defined structure
settled next to my savior, who smirked and assured that
he's alright but I wasn't going to be fooled.
Embracing the frame of the bed
I would have cried as the massive black head turned,
but I became entranced in
soft brown eyes.
He moved in on his kill.
The dog's face met mine,
and with only benign intent
he laid his soft black head
into my lap, welcoming a new friend
into the dog house.
