Weiner Dogs

I have two new little buddies to hangout with now, Charlie and Ted. They're named after two of my favorite poets, something that I am accustomed to do when naming my pets. Thusfar, there is Gatsby, named after Jay Gatsby in Fitzgerald's book, and Lliam, named after William Faulkner. And now we have Charlie named after Charles Bukowski, and Ted for Theodore Roethke. Here are some pictures of the little guys.

Ted

Charlie

I'll end by posting one poem from each of the poets that they're named after.

MY PAPA'S WALTZ

The whiskey on your breath
Could make a small boy dizzy;
But I hung on like death:
Such waltzing was not easy.

We romped until the pans
Slid from the kitchen shelf;
My mother's countenance
Could not unfrown itself.

The hand that held my wrist
Was battered on one knuckle;
At every step you missed
My right ear scraped a buckle.

You beat time on my head
With a palm caked hard by dirt,
Then waltzed me off to bed
      Still clinging to your shirt.

A Future Congressman
Charles Bukowski

in the men's room at the
track
this boy of about
7 or 8 years old
came out of a stall
and the man
waiting for him
(probably his father)
asked,
"what did you do with the racing program?
I gave it to you
to keep."
"no," said the boy,
"I ain't seen it!  I don't
have it!"

they walked off and
I went into the stall
because it was the only one
available
and there
in the toilet
was the 
program.

I tried to flush
the program
away
but it just swam
sluggishly about
and remained.

I got out of
there and found
another
empty stall.

that boy was ready
for his life to come,
he would undoubtedly 
be highly successful,
the lying little
prick.