Sunday Morning
Sunday morning
Some people are in churches
Not me I am at a big box pet store
Leaving loudly panting dog
As I sign her in I can hear her through their wall
She was practically hyperventilating in the car
Did she think it was a kill center?
She finally settled down halfway here
Realizing it is not a vet visit
Her beauty shop is much further away
And more costly
They will be telling her how pretty she is
Which is what they used to me
In Sunday School
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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