Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Mushy Mutt

Every evening
precisely at nine,
my dog turns to mush
without whimper or whine.

On her pillow
drool soaks her fur.
If she were a cat,
I'm sure she'd purr.


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    1. Aww, then I know I'd love your dog, too - drool and all! = )

  2. This poems speaks to me, Bridget. Our dog gets impatient if we do not go to bed at a decent hour. He's the master of the eye-roll, until we put him in his crate for the night with a biscuit.

    1. Ours too, Laura, she's sometimes worse than our kids! Love the thought of your dog rolling his eyes. There's a poem in there... = )