Saturday, August 10, 2013

Bad Dogs

They lay sleeping on the bed
debris spread out on the floor,

cushions chewed,
silk flowers torn,
carpet pulled out through the doggie door.

They barked when I arrived
so glad I was home
until they heard my guttural roar

their tails between their legs
they  quivered in a corner...

I was the beast 
after all, they were doing
what every dog does

not good or bad...
it is just the way they are.  

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