Buddy

Today my dog was not himself,

not content to follow me around,

or lay down on the ground

beside me.

He would not sit still.

He would not lay down.

He paced, and whined, and barked.

He touched my arm with his cold nose,

and when I told him to stop,

he walked around to my other side,

and nosed my other arm.

What?

I don't speak dog.

What is up with you?

Do you want me to get up, and do what, go where?

I fed you. You have water. You've been out to potty.

What?

Sit.

Lay down.

Shut up.

by:  Paula D. Nevison