Tip Tap Tip Tap
Tip tap tip tap tip tap. They are coming much faster now.
I said Mama is taking a nigh-night.
That is dog-speak for do you want to snuggle up against your mama?
She is seven, we rescued her almost six years ago.
She loves a good snuggly night-night.
They say a dog can understand as much as a two-year-old child.
Our dog understands that when Daddy is in the kitchen, and the refrigerator door opens,
She has a good chance of scoring a piece of beef, chicken, sausage, or hot dog.
She also knows if it is Mama in the kitchen, she might as well stay on the couch with her tongue hanging out.
I do not share the way he does. I do not think an eighteen inch dog needs to weigh 200 pounds.
He had cockers. He knows all about them.
Tip. Tap. Tip. Tap.
I just lost her to the sound of the refrigerator door opening.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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