Good Girl

 

Thinking about my dog, you know,

what she might know and what she

doesn’t.

She knows when to scratch, when it’s

time to eat and bark, when it’s time

for bed, time to go in and out. And

when I sit, she knows it’s lap time.

She was spay as a pup so she doesn’t

know what it’s like to have pups of her

own. I then suppose she doesn’t know

she’s a female, and couldn’t care less.

She does know that she doesn't care for

other dogs or cats or squirrels or giraffes

or elephants either. Not bias or prejudice,

she barks and growls at all of them equally

with a fervent ferocity.

Once in a while she stares at me then

licks my face. Without forethought or

shame, she is through and though,

a canine instinctively.

Instead of hiking her hind leg, she

squats to pee outside or inside on

her pad.

Therefore, I figure when she hits the

right spot, she must know she’s a

good girl for ofttimes wagging her

tail I tell her so.

              -30-

Chris Hanch 11-14-2020