Good Dog Karma
The boy has good dog karma.
He picked that first one out at fifty feet.
A long-time inmate of the county pound,
She was old, sausage-built,
Homely, and none too bright.
So how did he know?
Good dog karma.
He lost his way those fearful years ago,
Traveled roads we still don’t understand,
Struggled from cliff-edged heights to despair
Until, against the odds, that boy
Made his way home.
Good dog karma
Found the next one on the internet,
Downloaded a photo and a hundred words,
A rescued mutt of strange parentage,
A vessel filled with doggy love,
His unerring choice.
You gotta believe
In a boy with that kind of dog karma.
by Jennifer Pahl Otto, a Lansing Michigan poet and storyteller
