Day Two After My Dog’s Neutering
My dog looks at me,
don’t wanna know what he’s thinking
missing one testicle now,
'thanks to me'.
I offer him a treat a reward a bribe if you will
to forgive and forget, but.
He turns his head away from me.
“Come on boy” I say “it’s your favorite,
a bacon-flavored dog biscuit”, but then I think.
Not a fair trade by no means,
who am I kidding?
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