Seeing Eye Dog
Seeing eye dog?
Who was she kidding?
Okay, therapy dog, the old hag lied.
We were tired of her getting away with this.
They seemed to follow us from restaurant to restaurant.
Laughing like hyenas over each other’s jokes.
If that’s a therapy dog I will eat my spoon I said.
Dog came to my table and said “And I will watch.”
Talking dog maybe.
Therapy dog?
I doubt it.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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