The Story of Poet-Two-Dogs

June 26, 2011 on 1:31 am | In Entertainment, Flea Market, Memories, Opinion, Technology, The Good Ol' Days, Travel | Comments Off on The Story of Poet-Two-Dogs
photo of best booth award to Poet Two Dogs

Best Booth Award To Poet-Two-Dogs

Many people throughout the years have seen the nice piece of Native American pottery, pictured above,┬áthat was presented to Poet at the “6th Annual Drums Along The Trail Powwow” that was held in October of 2000.

Poet won this “Best Booth Award” for his “Overall display of True Native Americana,” of which he was very proud and excited to receive. He had attended many powwows over the years and always had a blast, made good money, met the most wonderful people and came home a completely satisfied human being, in numerous ways.

Anyway, on this piece of pottery there was a card, which is pictured here stating the information about the award, and, as you can see, they have his name as “Poet Two-Dogs.”

Photo of Powwow's Best Booth Awarded to Poet

Powwow’s Best Booth Awarded to Poet

Now, Poet loved to tell a good story and was always pleased to explain to anyone that would actually look and read the card, why they called him “Poet Two-Dogs.”

Poet loved to tell a “good joke” and what he loved even more was to tell a joke or a story that would get a rise out of you. So, he had proceeded to tell this particular joke to a group of people around the campfire that were eating, drinking and making merry, mainly composed of Native Americans. They all thought it was the funniest joke ever, so they incorporated their new favorite joke into his name – and the rest is history, as they say.

After Poet passed, many people have asked me, including his own daughters, what the joke was that was such a hit that night and I have not been able to remember it, to save my soul. The only part I could remember was the punch line! So, tonight I took a chance and Googled, “Two Dogs joke” and BAM!!! there it was, right there, in black and white.

After showing it to Charli Rose (so she will quite asking me if I’ve remembered the joke yet), I decided to post it here so that other people that have asked me can finally get their answer. I’m sorry if it is a bit crude for some of you, but if you knew Poet at all you would know that this is pretty lame in comparision to what would normally come out of his mouth – and you would also know that he really didn’t give a flying fuck if you were offended!

Two Dogs

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The young Indian boy had spent most of his life in a quandry… He felt different yet… couldn’t figure why… he was just so depressed. He went to the Chief for answers… He asked the chief how his brother Red Deer Running had gotten his name…

The chief answered in his typically poetic way…”When Red Deer Running was born, at the moment of his birth, the first thing his mother saw was a beautiful deer running off into the forest… and so Running Deer was named. It is the custom of our tribe to name the offspring according to the spirits in nature visiting upon the birth.”

Then, the boy said to the Chief… And how did my sister “Thundering Bird” get her name? The chief described again, how at the moment of her birth Thundering Bird’s mother had heard a roar of thunder and looking up, saw a bird flying in the sky…

The boy asked again, how his cousin “White Crouching Bear” had been given such a name… And the chief, looking down once more at the boy, explaining the traditions of their tribe…. White Bear’s mother had seen a rare white bear crouched over a stream at the moment her baby’s birth. Then he asked the boy…

“Why do you ask, Two Dogs Fucking?

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