All I Ask

Daily Note

Every day, a photograph, a poem. You know from previous posts that this new dog of ours rolls. He does full back rub rolls in stuff disgusting. Not all the time, but that most interesting scent he just must have to bring back to us, at least that’s what some dog experts think [American Kennel Club / Stinky Stuff]. Unfortunately for Guthrie, that means a bath for him from his pack.

It was cold outside and he’s afraid of the blow dryer, so I thought perhaps this old sweater vest might keep him warm.

I think he’s embarrassed and asking, “What are they doing to me?”

I decided against it so we waited a while for his hair to dry on its own before taking his second walk of the day, where he was and always is “a good dog.”

After a good walk with no rolling but plenty of “ichypoohs” to sniff, Guthrie joins his pack on the couch.

And so, a poem.

Poetry

All I Ask

I rolled
And rolled
I smelled great
Something to share
With you
My pack
And all I ask
“Why a bath?”
Sheri Edwards
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Poetry/Photography