Dog Thoughts
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He sat with slightly tilted head.
He didn't wish to be misled.
The command seemed arbitrary,
and, frankly, pointless - very.
Why would he want to sit like stone
when he could be burying a bone?
As a proud bulldog of station,
he had some reservation.
Chewing on nonviolent resistance
and his owner's strange insistence,
he decided not to risk it.
After all, it was a biscuit.
Copyright © David Crandall | Year Posted 2025
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