dog food

your dog
would eat other people's clothes.
he could
snap a button
off in a blink,
bite a bra in half.
chew through a pair of hundred
dollar jeans
in ten seconds.
there was nothing he didn't
like to bite
or chew on. shoes, purses.
brushes.
anything once on,
then removed.
you'd see him later,
asleep on the couch,
content and full,
a tag
from Victoria secrets
hanging limply
from his mouth.