That’s what we call it when his cute puppy butt reaches skyward, front paws stretched out in front of his sweet little self. He lowers his tawny, curly rump, touches the floor and once again –- it’s part of his schtick –- Coco extends his adorable puppy-ness, his elasticity and motivation (treats factor into the equation), a wonder, a joy. We reward him with praise, with loving hands, with hugs merely tolerated. Our boy, our boy. All is good with our world.

 

 

 

what’s needed

is some kind of capturing

or subduing device

an ingenious method

to destabilize

the Chinese puffball,

to paralyze

the download,

to scramble

the Beijing-to-Balloon

covert instructions,

to neutralize its

ill-gotten, 60,000 feet

meandering booty—

some good-guy mechanism

to crush their

under (over?) cover

clandestine operations