dog in a basket

I couldn't take her seriously
because she carried her
small white dog
in a picnic basket everywhere
she went.
even when with me.
she'd say things like,
hello pumpkin, how's my
little sweetie pie doing
in there, lifting up
the lid
to give Precious a small
dog biscuit,
which the dog shoved into
the corner of the basket
next to the ten other
biscuits. it was difficult
to put my arm around
her and make any kind
of romantic move
with her carrying that
stupid basket and her bag
of doggie treats.
i don't usually
use the word stupid
in a poem, but this is one
time where I feel
it's okay.