fat moe

your dog
was in a constant
state of hunger
as he got
fatter
and fatter.
once sleek
and fast as any
mouse or
cat, now he
lumbered
towards the woods,
squirrels
shaking
with laughter
as his slowness.
what was there
to do.
he loved to eat,
and had figured
out how to drag
his bag of dried
dog food
to his dish
when you weren't
home. but
not having thumbs
posed a problem.
and the frustration
showed
by the frown
on his little
greying face.