Caren Krutsinger Poet Prose Poetry

My Dog Is a Criminal

My dog is a criminal 
A beggar, a thief
She has a rap sheet two miles long
Do we care? No
Will we turn her in? Never.
No one gives us more joy than this felon.
The neighbors can buy their stuff back at our garage sales.
Mrs. McLairty never buys back her panties though
We see them come from her clothes line and we feel badly
By the time they get to our yard, our dog has eaten the crotches out of them.
No one else’s, only Mrs. McLairty’s. No idea why.

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Quoth Theraven January 4, 2020 at 1:14 PM Caren, Your poem puts the 'HI' in hilarious. I love a good crotch sniffing dog. -Richard Caren Krutsinger January 4, 2020 at 6:30 PM I am glad this entertained you, Richard.