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.