An Ode to Mutts

An Ode To Mutts

Mutts profane the sacred ring and offend the pedigree’d Bouffant aristocracy

For mutts achieve their looks from a forbidden, classless love outside the tight grip of human codependence

And wilder, more proletariat roots whose great grandfather was a bootlegger of chickens wily enough not to get shot

Mutts live with their genetic secrets close to their chests playing cards that you guess by trying everything and anything

they defy your preconceived notions of what is proper behavior for THAT kind of dog. They are like ourselves In that we don’t know what They, or we, are good for

But the journey is what is sacred, A journey of mutt-discovery

For they poop on manicured lawns without embarrassment outside the show grounds for one reason

Mutts are punk as fuck

-Jessica Cargill, ©2013