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
A long 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
