Pluto, God of the Underworld.
Hangs us on a hook in his dungeon.
Waits for us to do more.
Or to go somewhere deeper within.
And will not set us free.
Until it’s done.
We must demonstrate to Pluto we are willing to do the work he demands.
And paradoxically, when we do the inner work, we free ourselves.
Thus spake the astrologer.
Pluto, in orbit.
Long considered the 9th planet in the solar system.
And then one day another planet (2060 Chiron) was discovered.
And Pluto’s rank and file questioned.
Due to Pluto’s relatively low mass in comparison, the International Astronomical Union reclassified Pluto as a minor planet in 2006 and gave it a number.
Thus proving it doesn’t always pay to weigh less.
Pluto still orbits the sun in its unique eccentric style.
But merely as 134340.
Thus saith the astronomer.
Astronomers also say a smaller object that follows a similar orbit to Pluto is known as a plutino.
We’ve got a couple of those right here in Mason.
He offers Llano River Region Adventures.
Such as kayaking and canoeing.
His sister, Suzanne (now Bjork), works at Hinckleys.
Plutinos are the largest class of resonant trans-Neptunian objects.
I wonder if they glow in the dark.
Tony and Suzanne, I mean.
Then there’s Pluto, the dog.
Faithful canine to Mickey Mouse.
Named after the planet.
Not the God of the Underworld.
There is nothing dark or cold about Pluto the dog.
Being one of the most popular cartoons of all time.
And not anthropomorphized like the rest of them.
He communicates with barks, facial expressions, and his front paws.
Just like a dog.
The only words Pluto ever uttered were, "Kiss me."
Thus say the Disney pundits.
(That must’ve got Pluto in trouble, because he never spoke again.)
So let’s whistle while we work.
Pat our dogs on the head.
And wish upon a star.
Because it makes no difference who we are.
Renee Walker is an author, poet, and real estate broker on the square.