24 June: A Conversation with a Dog

a girl and her dog stand on a hill looking out at a stormy sea. AI artwork created using Midjourney
a girl and her dog stand on a hill looking out at a stormy sea. AI artwork created using Midjourney

Day 24: Imagine you could communicate with one animal species. Which species would you choose and what would you ask them?

A Conversation with a Dog

The dog gives me that questioning look, a tilt of the head, and she says,

Youre so quiet what are you quiet about

She asks questions without punctuation. Without an inflection of curiosity. Without grammar. Without folds when speaking. That’s a human thing, she once told me, fenced-in words, defined, refined. Sublime sounds bursting out of a human’s head. You should learn to bark, she said.

And I tell the dog that I don’t know what I’m quiet about. Do I need a reason? I suppose that I do, so I start searching for an answer. The dog is still looking at me, head tilted, so I glance beyond her face to the wall, and to the clock on the mantelpiece, and to the window, and outside where the bark on a birch tree is peeling off and flapping like a kitchen towel in the wind. And she’s still looking at me, so I inhale and re-oxygenate my brain, which should help me think … and I look back at her again.

The room is filled with silence and my head is filled up with it too, and I ask the dog,

Is your head always filled with answers?

And the dog says, I dont need answers if I need one I will ask for one because everyone has answers I am only interested in questions.

what questions I ask, remembering that punctuation is an unnecessary ingredient when speaking to a dog.

And she quickly replies, when is dinner and when is breakfast and what is that smell and can I eat it and can we go for a walk by the stream so I can smell like rotting clay-soaked leaves

The dog pauses, scratches its ear, and says,

do you always carry around a shadow


Note: I am dedicating this piece to a dog who shared its lifetime with me. Her final moments were in my arms, curled up like a rose chafer grub, and she silently left all those who loved her behind. There are times when I turn around expecting to see her standing behind me.


Written for Day 24 of The Wildness Challenge. Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023.

19 responses to “24 June: A Conversation with a Dog”

  1. If my cat could speak, it’d say, “Come on, hurry up, can’t you see how famished I am?”

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    1. followed two minutes later by, “What? You expect me to eat that???”

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      1. 😂 Cats! My dog ate everything: leftover oatmeal, raw onion, grass, Vieux-Boulogne, stones, tree branches and the occasional slipper.

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        1. Just as well it’s June or that might lead to frostbite!

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          1. No worries, B. She died a few years ago, and left me to carry on thinking about her.

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    1. Thank you, Paul.

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  2. All I can say is… Thank you for this post, M.

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    1. Aaah, so glad you enjoyed reading it, Nick. Thank you so very much.

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  3. My sons have adopted dogs and their inlaws all have dogs which is rather surprising to me because my boys grew up sharing their home and their lives with cats. Bill and I are cat people; that’s not to say we don’t like dogs … we do, very much. We have loving relationships with our son’s dogs; we just never wanted a dog ourselves and in the course of our 51 years together have had 14 cats in our homes and hearts. We’ve lost many, as you can imagine, be we always find room for one more.
    What would I ask my cat? Nothing; she’d give me that “stupid human” look, circle around on the bed a few times, curl up in a ball and go back to sleep. She can’t be bothered with inferior species … until it’s time to eat! As independent as she is, she still has not learned to feed herself.

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    1. LOL! I had a black cat as a kid. Named him Ulysses. Called him Ule for short. I adored him. He had a long life, ending with kidney failure. But I’ve had dogs mostly. A husky. A giant schnauzer. Two dachshunds. And my last dog was Molly, an English springer. In her old age, she lost her hearing, then she went blind, but we found ways around those problems, but then one day she had a stroke. She died curled up in my arms. She knew I was there for her. Molly was special.

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      1. You really got me in the feels with that one, Misky. 😔
        I love small dogs so, of course, my sons had to get a Chocolate Lab and a Saint Bernard. The lab has since passed away but they were both taller than me when standing on their back legs and almost knocked me down a few times. My son with the lab is talking about getting a Burmese Mountain Dog. Why don’t they just get ponies? It’s like being in a house with cattle as it is!

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        1. I’ve seen cars smaller than a Burmese Mountain Dog. Be careful that it doesn’t knock you over and hurt your back. They can weigh over a 100 lbs. They don’t live long though. Most large dogs don’t.

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          1. Definitely being very careful; I can’t afford to fall and break anything else!
            Bernadette (the St Bernard) is just over 1 year old and already has developed hip problems, poor thing. She’s such a smush!

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  4. This has nothing to do with your post, Misky, but I came across this site and thought you would find some of these graphics quite amazing. Hope you enjoy them as much as I did:

    https://mitchteemley.com/2023/06/23/whimsical-art/#like-81355

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    1. Those are quite fun!

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  5. This is a wonderful write. Dogs give us so much unconditional love.

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  6. My mother wouldn’t have pets bieving they carried who knows what disease so we never grew up with any pet relationships. Barbara and I have had a few cats thrust on us over the years but they are quite independent. We had our son’s dog with us for a while but I can’t get past the idea that we project our ideas of relationship onto what is truly a pack animal as borne out in dog behaviour shows so I can’t fully engage. But I feel your conversation in this poem, is very honest about the true nature and difference in perceived relationship. It is difficult to get inside the mind of another (though arguably the point of literature) and you do it excellently…

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    1. Thank you. I’ve encountered dogs that I absolutely don’t engage with, and they don’t engage with me either. It occurs to me that the same can happen between people; sometimes there’s no connection.

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