O hound whose evening walk was rather early,
Expending patience will do you no harm.
Your bark can’t signal urgent need now, surely-
It’s still ten minutes prior to my alarm.
But as I lie, you come not to my side,
Nor wag and frolic by me when I rise.
Your sleepy stretch and kisses I’m denied,
I pray this lack no accident implies.
No yard have I where you may find relief
Nor doggy door by which you may egress.
For in your brawny bladder I’ve belief,
But feel a twinge of guilt for your distress.
Your happy mien tells me your sorrow died
The moment that you found a tree outside.
2 thoughts on “August 14: On My Dog, Whose Needs Are Urgent”
Yeah, this is me at about 6:15am. Every. Single. Freakin’. Morning. She’s like a furry, waggy alarm clock…
I much prefer the days they yip me awake and/or jump on me to the days that they wake us up by barking out the window at Hated Neighbor Dog.