The Perils of Being Our Age
Dog demands attention and food.
Loves to be petted.
Rolls around on the floor like a pig in slop.
Legs in the air.
My husband claps.
I clap.
Her one trick.
She is the only baby who still lives with us.
The perils of being in our sixties.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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