i'm at the visiting
dog phase of life. I don't want
another, what
with the chewing
and barking, the picking up
after them,
the vet visits,
the bills, and dealing
with fur and fleas.
now, I lean down
and pet. say hey buddy.
what's up.
I might rub the belly
of a passing
grey hound,
or shepherd or fat little
dachshund who looks
like he should
be on a bun. I get a lick
or two in, then I move
on, happy with my fix.
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