My puppy goes right for the puddle.
I was sure she’d skirt it for clearer ground,
but she stood right in the middle after
her bath with Gorgeous Dog Shampoo
and Conditioner with Baby Powder Fragrance.
I watched stunned as she sat down
in the mud and wiggled around before
she began to slurp from around her.
I meant to jerk her up out of there,
meant to say, No! Nasty! Bad girl! Up!
Instead, I remembered the feel of warm
rain water and mud as it squished through
my toes. I said nothing, smiled and waited.
6 comments:
Too funny Judy! So much for her being a foo-foo dog! Love this! (you have an extra "after" in the first stanza you might want to get rid of).
I love how you empathize with your dog's enjoyment of the puddle!
This delightful poem made laugh. Once again, you paint such a picture with your words. I can see her, and I bet she had her little crooked smile on her face all the while.
Thanks for the catch, Peggy. I thought you might get a kick out of Lexi's shaninagan's Mary. :) Thank you for you words of praise, Belle. And yes, she had that crooked grin when she did pay any attention to me. LOL
Funny. I remember when you use to do that. :)
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