the inevitability of bow wows

Poem #11 from: Memoir of a Dog

Back to Memoir of a Dog – Introduction


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

2 thoughts on “the inevitability of bow wows

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.