I thought I’d share a slice of life with our best friends.
Poo on a shoe
By Ann Chiappetta
The day began in good faith and plan
Rising at six a.m.
Busy with brewing dark roast
coffee aroma disguising the odiferous
Tang of poo
Deposited along my route to the office
Unknowingly I cam across it
And tracked the goop hither and yon
And blithely carried on
It was the second time that did it
My sneaker stepped in the middle
Of the big pile with a squelch
And , slip and slide
Then the smell arrived.
Dog shit on my best Merrills
And stuck in this muck
What was I going to do?
I, of course yelled down the hall for my husband
And as we coordinated the clean-up
With gagging and nose plugs
“Honey, why did it have to be you?”
Dedicated to the family dogs, Bailey and May
Ann M. Chiappetta, M.S.
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