Poetry Friday: DOG

Gary, the Potter gave the word.... or was it Penny's?!!

DOG

man's best friend

you faithfully follow me around

and around

and around

inevitably ending up at the food bowl

chowing down Purina dry kibble

(Hairball Remedy?!)

not-so-silently-sipping

(or is that slurping ?)

from the gargantuan water bow

the kind you feed cattle from

and are heated in the frigid barn

those large innocent eyes

(how do you get your eyeliner so straight?)

I fall for every time

as you implore me

to give you a treat

having done no trick whatsoever

except the one you just pulled on me

you continue to whine

until I scratch all your favourite places

your behind rises

to meet the hand stroking it

your hind legs now fully extended

you wind in and out of my legs
getting underfoot

making it impossible

to negotiate the stairs in this house

suddenly you fix your stare at the ceiling

for fifteen minutes

I follow it and see the tiniest of ladybugs

slowly trekking across the light fixture

you BEG

to be let out at the back

and in two minutes dash in the front

always on the wrong side of the door

I try to stealthily slip away

under your radar to the mailbox

smugly I sneak a look behind me

only to find you prancing towards me

across the parking lot

heeding not my commands

to GO HOME!

you smother me with unconditional love

and yet can be moody and aloof

a real contradiction in terms-

you dog in cat's clothing!

If I could add whiskers, I would and it kinda looks like the shape of Socks!

Dedicated to Socks, who thinks she's a dog sometimes!

(That stupid ladybug keeps her occupied for hours!!)