When We Were Puppies

When We Were Puppies

We’d play Ball in the Hall
where I’d throw down the corridor
and he’d run full blast
catch it on the bounce
claws skittering against hardwood
then slam into the closet
at the far end and trot
back proud and joyful

He bit me once but it was my fault
after a Sunday dinner of steak
and potatoes we were in the backyard
he was working a t-bone
freeing the last molecules of fat
I was looking for my pocketknife
then I saw it open and near his paw
I reached in— not wanting him to get cut

With barely a snarl
his canines broke the thin skin
on the back of my hand
it hurt — in every way
disbelief at the blood
anger following pain
but he didn’t hold a grudge
something I still envy

We played Ball in the Hall that very evening
my hand bandaged— his tongue loose and panting
the tennis ball soaked

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About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina where he has hosted a monthly feedback workshop for more than decade. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he lives and writes poetry.
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17 Responses to When We Were Puppies

  1. Just wow! disbelief at the blood…I still envy — love these lines❤️

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  2. trE's avatar trE says:

    Oh, I love this, Bart.

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  3. Love this! Is the picture of a Portuguese Water Dog? 😊

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  4. Katie Frances Hartless's avatar K.Hartless says:

    A wonderful circle you create and what’s a little blood loss between best friends? I enjoyed the speaker’s envy at what I’m guessing was the puppy’s ability to follow instinct. Much enjoyed.

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  5. ivor20's avatar ivor20 says:

    “anger following pain
    but he didn’t hold a grudge
    something I still envy”

    These lines made smile Bart, our puppies definitey lovely attitudes ..

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  6. JeanMarie's avatar JeanMarie says:

    Good job. I love the title. It’s a-dog-able!

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  7. berniebell1955's avatar berniebell1955 says:

    When Ben-The-Dog was a pup we were sitting on the bench in the garden. He was wiggling about and got his paw stuck between the slats. I was, carefully, trying extricate him – he was young, in pain, not understanding, and bit me. I still have the scar on the heel of my left hand. And now, since Ben has gone, I like to see it.

    We love them – they love us – and sometimes – love – bites.

    How animals don’t fuss……

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  8. Wonderful poem..you nailed it !!

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