a little.
not a lot. but he did have a way
of vacuuming
the rug,
the floor, the bed
from crumbs, and chips,
what nots.
the walking was tedious.
picking up
after him.
it was like walking a trout
on dry
land.
the barking.
the fleas.
sometimes he'd fetch
the ball,
and other times he wouldn't.
the vet bills were
killing me, as i took him
time and time again
to the doggie mayo clinic
to have his stomach
pumped from gnawing
on dead
birds, or things.
i miss my dog.
but i ain't that lonely yet.
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