ANGUS

I had a Scottie in Paris
1980s
Angus
Not really mine.
Bridget's,
But the Vogue model was rarely home.
Angus and I were alone
A lot
We went drinking together
Angus liked Kronenburg

He lapped the beer from a dish
On the bar
Not much
He wasn't a serious drinker
Preferred to be on the floor.

Angus was always on a leash.
He loved to roam around the Brassierie d'Ile.
A few snouts of beer too
But once he had had enough
Angus pulled the leash.
The tiny Scottie had strength.

Once he wanted to go
We went
I drowned my drink
We set off for home
On Ile St Louis
Along the quai
The Seine running to the sea
Angus sniffing dog pee
All the way back to Rue des Deux Ponts.
How I loved that dog.
Dirty
Shaggy
Dear Angus