Monday, November 23, 2015

Worms


embarrassing.
I put my butt down on the ground so no one will see.
I hope Dad hides the medicine box that says "De-worming".
he found out that I got worms from eating dead mice
or other unsavory things, disgusting, he says.
Mom is even more grossed out and I feel
embarrassed for them.
They're doing laundry of everything I've been
in contact with and checking my behind.
Me, I'm fine with it even though I pretend to 
be otherwise to they'll feel better and 
we can pretend I won't do it again, 
eat that gross, disgusting, dead stuff,
but we all know inside that I will,
and I'll love every bite.
The box says to deworm every 6 months.
That's fine if it makes them feel better about it.
Me, I don't care, it's all in the life of a dog. 

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