at night he collapses with exhaustion
after a hard day’s work pulling his weight
in this household of bums, those two-legged
slackers who sigh as they go off to their easy jobs
leaving him to guard the house, bark at the mailman,
keep the couch warm, watch his little sister, all
that after carrying the little red plastic fire hydrant
stuffed with poopie bags, how embarrassing.
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I've missed your poetry on FB. I'm glad to know about the blog:) Great dog:)!
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