Bowser is arf-arfully happy now because He has learned how to hold his bone between his paws And as he gnaws it tastes like victory to be Like Marisol who after all has always known And shown him how though he resisted being shown She was just his sister so he resisted her Having had to come to this conclusion alone Like males of other species like a human man Because he was stubborn as I was as it were Not all donkeys have long ears and short donkey fur Because I was as he was and I may be yet My Marisol gave up on me to my regret Somehow he sees that she was right and how he can Look clever and never lose his grip on his bone Marisol laughs to see he got it finally Says he had to see himself but glad he can see I told her I had been like him she said "I bet But all that really matters is the it you get" "And sooner or later when you get it then you Are known as you were shown and you remember who And though in December you know then what to do" These dogs remind of one behind ahead of me When I was shown how once to do what I do now But then I had to find out for myself somehow So do what she says brother to remember this When you get it then and it feels like a kiss +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXIII   In the photo: my son the actor, my son Teddy in Chicago, and Bowser, dusty dog of the desert.