08-15-2014, 11:06 AM
Father used to speak for the dog
in a shrill, “cute” voice.
Watching him converse with
himself was funny,
from a certain point of view.
As it wasn’t mine, I cringed
when the dog demanded a walk,
a treat, or a fresh bowl of water;
conscious of a bend – waiting for the snap.
in a shrill, “cute” voice.
Watching him converse with
himself was funny,
from a certain point of view.
As it wasn’t mine, I cringed
when the dog demanded a walk,
a treat, or a fresh bowl of water;
conscious of a bend – waiting for the snap.