Dogsitting
Looking after this dog for a couple of weeks,
he seems nice enough.
The problem is I have no idea how much food and water to give him,
How the hell am I supposed to know about a dog's eating habits.
As breakfast time came around, I just had to wing it.
"A couple scoops will do you" I apprehensively said.
As I served him his meal, he turned to me and gave me a sickening look,
Almost like I'd killed his family member or something.
I think I'd given him too little.
Copyright © Shiiii Idk | Year Posted 2022
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