seemly, although those CNN sprayed by in their
Trump-bashing-spree suggested this wasn’t my
bag; so Podge and me go walking; we’re aware
the hill paddock isn’t empty - fresh cow pats are
a give-away & Her Grace already demanded an
apple at the hill gate - it’s a pleasant surprise to
have our friends mooching on tall grass again
But probably its greatest event happened in the
shower where, while standing on a plastic chair
dourly, me ol’ mate Podge gets shampooed; y’d
never credit how well he projects the ‘righteous’
rectitude of indignity by not struggling or maybe
cleverly disguising that he likes attention thus
What became quite obvious post-shower was ‘is
preference for hair-dryer treatment - rolling upon
towels didn’t get the tick a hand-held dryer won
extra quickly, and averted the usual frantic rush
outdoors where he rolls wildly in anything just t’
disguise the shampoo scent he reckon’s wussy
I say gratefully, mate, not smelling a usual you
is a blessing we see offsetting your ‘rank’ habit
of sleeping under my end of the bed …
© 18 March 2016, I. D. Carswell
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