out of the dog pound
after he bolted from
the house without a collar
or a leash.
there he was in lock up
at the pound,
but in a cage
next to him, was a nicer
dog, cuter,
shorter fur, one that
didn't bark, or shed,
a happy dog, it's tail
wagging. friendly
and healthy.
while our dog shook
his matted head
and grumbled, saying
to himself
in dog speak,
about time. where
the hell have you people
been.
we had a choice to make.
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