Whenever we pack our suitcases for a getaway, we have to be careful about upsetting the dogs.  We don’t want them to get overexcited about a potential road trip, and we especially don’t want them to worry about us leaving them behind.  Both dogs have a bit of separation anxiety, so we hide our bags in the closet, so they don’t know we’re leaving – or so we once thought.  Our one schnauzer, Tinker, who we think is part poodle, has a sixth-sense about her, and I now don’t think that we’re getting away with anything.  I wrote this poem to honor her superior intelligence, knowing that she probably relays her intuitions to our other schnauzer, her sister Tally.

The Nose Knows 2

There’s something in the air,
You can sense it all around.
Whatever it is?
It will be found.
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A sniff here and there,
She breathes it in.
Tilts her head back,
Puts her chin in the air.
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It’s not dinner time,
Or time to go out.
But the look on her face,
Resembles a pout.
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Whatever your plan,
Tinker knows
Nothing gets by,
Tinker’s nose.
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Is that another dog.
That smell on you?
Her radar nose,
Picked up that clue.
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When it’s time to eat,
She always knows.
Like Pinocchio,
Her nose- it grows.
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And when we walk,
Her nostrils flare.
So many smells,
No time to spare.
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Resisting your tug,
This spot so sweet.
It must reminder her,
Of a special treat.

Something smells wrong,
You can see it in her eyes.
You’re leaving her behind?
She sees through any disguise.

She’s very smart,
Her nose – it knows.
Wherever you proceed,
Her hope – she Goes.

Your bags are packed,
Her nose starts to twitch.
At first you think,
Just another itch.

But her nose,
Has a brain.
Her intuition,
Senses pain.

She’s staying home,
You say good-bye.
In her eyes,
She’s asking why?
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Her nose suspects,
Any separation.
She too deserves,
To join the vacation.

If there’s indication,
That you will stray.
Her stink detector,
Gets in the way.

Whatever thought,
Tinker knows.
Nothing gets by,
Tinker’s nose.

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