Eaten up with guilt, or: Gusto

A triolet

Hey! Are you even listening to me?
How on earth do I get through to you?
I wonder ~ though you wag eagerly...
Hey! Are you even listening to me?
No! Get your big head off of my knee!
Max, damn it! Did you eat my shoe?
Hey! Are you even listening to me?
How on earth do I get through to you?

15 thoughts on “Eaten up with guilt, or: Gusto”

  1. Haha! And that is the joy and frustration of pet ownership! (it isn’t just the dogs that don’t listen! Just try to talk to a car!!!)

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