Sheltie
Took my dead dog for a long walk today.
No one that past-by saw her,
even I only glimpsed the whisk
of her tail as she pulled at her leash,
or overheard her cheerful panting
as ice-crunching traffic rolled on by
Back home
she laid down quite satisfied,
at my feet.
I am reading a book about Shelties,
how they were bred to be working dogs
and won’t ever be lapdogs.
I glance down,
she is already asleep.
I read on
herding images together
just for her.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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