October 17, 2018Poem
With four fat paws
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With four fat paws
Spread wide
The chunky little
Puppy dog lies supine
Gently she snores
Every breath
A testament to security
Trust restored
Even after so brief
An encounter
We are friends
Wet dog food
An encouraging word
As comforting as the
Hand used to tickle
The sweet spot.
She has claimed
The space between
The legs of the chair
Beneath my feet
So long sleeping
Barely a pause
Between wakefulness
And peeing
It is a race against time
Will this training ever be complete
I cannot get too comfortable
In this seat
It is almost time for
Walkies
And doggie treats
Man’s best friend
Is a friend in need
Have poo bag
At the ready
Before he does the deed.