If you dig your dog
you know that walking
means you have to mind
the butt-hole scents,
left by hounds or mongrels
trace of reek to follow,
modify,
and leave a mark
to be, become
a king of lightposts,
mailbox-ruler,
top-dog in the neighbourhood.
Wilhelm Trübner
Today the Quadrille at dVerse is hosted by De, and the word to inporporate in your poem is dog.
May 18, 2026
Björn Rudbergs writings 
HAH! Love the image! And oh my….well I could talk metaphorically about kings leaving their mark all over town….but let’s stick with the poetry, right?
Ha… yes that is how you become a king… leaving your mark in any way
A fun quadrille, Björn. I miss walking my dog, and he’s been gone over 17 years now. I would love another one, but don’t want to upset Luna the cat.
I think a dog with an old cat would be a challenge for the dog.
It worked with Max and Jasper, but Max was a very different cat to Luna, who is quite shy.
Oh yeah! You’ve definitely nailed the dog-walking experience, Björn!
I never had a dog, but I walked my sister’s dog a few times.