Splash
You would put your paws in your water dish.
Tip it over and splash around.
Paper towel was fruitless.
You’d unravel it and tear it up.
I was annoyed in those days.
I was young and annoyed.
I hate that I was annoyed.
I hate that I would clean up and run out the door without hugging you.
That bowl cracked one day and I threw it out.
I didn’t think then.
We got a new one.
I still have that new bowl.
That bowl is now empty.
Now when I spill a glass of water…
I’m pretty hard on myself these days.
As I should be.
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