Poem #11 from: Memoir of a Dog
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somehow
it has become woman’s work
every few weeks
the dog needs to be washed
and dried
the tangled mat of his wool
combed and brushed
he is tolerant of the brushing
but most unhappy about bath-time
when released from the tub
and initial drying
he runs like a fool
shakes himself
runs again
overjoyed to have survived another ordeal
and then the clipping
he needs to be held
while she works the electric clippers
a makeshift shearer and a reluctant lamb
an awkward job
that fills plastic bags with clippings
leaves wool fibres throughout the house
and makes us smell of lanoline
the result is often lumpy
but they say the difference between a good haircut
and a bad one
is only two weeks
he’ll survive the embarrassment
but we notice it
feel a little sad that we cannot make him look better
as good as he should
it may be time to consider bow wows
forty-five dollars for a wash and clip
expensive
but better
© Frank Prem 2009
Memoir of a Dog Poem 12: dangerous devices in the rear
It’s my wife who baths our two dogs. I am taking Marla in for carpel tunnel surgery today. Guess who will have to be bathing the dogs for a while! 🙂
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Better call Bow Wow’s Tom. Do yourself a favor.
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