Baxter
That dog bares his teeth
but don’t you know, he’s nose to nose
with a very long kid
who grew up with him
I try to rub his fur
as he runs along, never looking back
meanwhile he
plays kissy-kiss with the linebacker
I grab him bold
a paw stumbles over each hand
his teeth in a fitful state
scores my forearm and hand
Still if I have a chip,
he hears the crunch, knows I might toss
it on the floor
because he goes all in if I finger-feed
I picked up the Sports page,
not to hit, I’d never…
but to put between me and him
does the trick
The kid’s not the alpha…
neither am I, but someone better be.
My sis snatches him up,
“Good Dog, Baxter.”
Who are you kidding…bad dog…bad dog
but he’s a nice bit of fur,
looks like an ewok —
he’s working it for a chip…
1/10/2022
*Name of the dog’s changed to protect the innocent
or is it the guilty…lol
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2022
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