Would I Use a Doggie Dungeon
If I had a doggie dungeon I could put Buddy down there.
He eats shoes, tuna cans, cat food cans, belts, pajamas and other things.
We are going through forty dollars of dog toys a week; it is not enough.
But he is just a baby. A big adorable amber eyed baby who loves me.
He loves my husband too; my husband thinks his parents sent him
from heaven.
If I had a doggie jail, would I use it?
Absolutely not.
He is our pal, our buddy, my boyfriend. He loves me.
No matter what he does, he gets to sleep, watch tv and eat
with us.
I would hit him with that shoe, my sister said. I will not let her near him.
I would squirt him with a water bottle grandpa said.
The next time he passes gas at supper, I am going to squirt him.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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