A Dog
I claimed ---and passionately---
that I'd never have a small dog,
much less one with "poo" in its name.
Not for me yappy Yorkies, shivering Chihuahuas,
shaky Shih Tzus, or terrible terriers.
Give me a wolfhound, a Dane, a mastiff,
a dog with paws like saucers,
a bark like thunder, and a tail like a whip,
(Christmas tree be damned!)
I prefer drooling retrievers, dignified shepherds.
hard-working setters, lumbering Bernards.
With this firmly in mind,
I went puppy shopping today.
Meet my Maltipoo.
Cujo.
(I haven't lost my mind completely.)
Copyright © Mary Rotman | Year Posted 2022
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