by Petra Hernandez / John Donne on His Dog

Yoohoo, Tip Toe, Gorda, Boqui, Beba

July 29, 1998


John Donne on His Dog

I am quite sure he thinks that I am God.

Since he is God on whom each one depends

For life, and all things that His bounty sends.

My dear old dog, most constant of all friends;

Not quick to mind, but quicker far than I

To Him whom God I know and own; his eye,

Deep brown and liquid, watches for my nod;

He is more patient underneath the rod

Than I, when God His wise corrections sends.

He looks love at me, deep as words e’er spake

And from me never crumb nor sup will take

But he wags thanks with his most vocal tail;

And when some crashing noise wakes all his fear,

He is content and quiet, if I am near,

Secure that my protection will prevail

So faithful, mindful, thankful trustful, he

Tells me what I unto my God should be.

John Donne on His Dog

With Love,

Petra Idalia, Edgar, Abuelito, Denise and all others who loved you


Petra Hernandez