For Missy.
My pet retriever
is a bit of a diva,
She waits on the floor
while I open the door,
And won’t set foot
near any mangy mutt,
she will lay on her bed
waiting to be fed,
And will only drink fresh water
(and the goats milk that I bought her).
I don’t know why
she cocks her nose on high,
At leftover bread
doggy bones or fish head,
And only deigns to eat
roast chicken skin and meat
smoked mackerel and steak
or freshly grilled hake.
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