Hesitant about his morning walk
As thunder grumbled veiled threats outside
He wagged his tail as I donned my coat
Not his usual wag but obedient
No doubt preferring somewhere to hide
We headed for the park where he'd bark
And sniff at all the other dogs there
Which other owners could not abide
But t'was deserted as the darkened skies
Started to pour down with rain and hail
Now there was nowhere at all to hide
My dog kept on looking up at me
His eyes treating me with such scorn
Sulking head down now not by my side
That we were so soaked there is no doubt
When the weather eased we headed home
My wife there with towel and grin quite wide
My dog's tongue it was now hanging out
A smirk upon his face washed with rain
Shook himself before he went inside
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I especially enjoyed the last couple of stanzas.
ReplyDeleteMy dog - laika wouldn't move from under the bed until the showers have passed.
ReplyDeleteA smirk upon his face washed with rain
Shook himself before he went inside
Reminded me so much of her.
They do hate going out in that kind of weather. I love the look of scorn, and the triumphant return home!
ReplyDeleteClever dog that'll remain a best friend under such a trying situation!
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the dog enjoyed the shaking off of the rain most of all I bet. I love this poem you can picture it all.
ReplyDeleteCould see it happening and unfolding right in front of my eyes...Liked the way the faithful friend gave that look!
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