I looked the small dog in the eye
And she looked back at me…
A more determined look, I think,
You would go far to see.
I’d only mentioned it was hot
And that she must concur
That summer is no time for dogs
To wear their winter fur.
“A bath would be a good idea.”
I spoke to empty air…
She was long gone and disappeared
To hide behind my chair.
I wheedled, pleaded and cajoled,
But would she come out? No.
She knew from past experience
That in the bath she’d go.
I tried to reason with her
Then gave in and tried a bribe…
She sat in silence, wary
And ignored the diatribe.
My blandishments fell on deaf ears,
She wouldn’t move at all…
Until my back was turned
And she went off to find her ball.
I found her brush, it’s almost new,
I’d bought it…
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