PoetryBedroom Haiku October 11, 2015 smirkpretty When the weeping starts It’s the dog who comes over. Consolation prize. Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook More Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading... Published by smirkpretty View all posts by smirkpretty
That’s true. I’ll take my affection where I can get it. Perhaps the dog only intended a playful nibble. With some antiseptic and a few bandages, I’d be as right as rain in 2-3 weeks.
Shannon E. Williams 
Knowing my luck, the dog would probably have come over just to bite my ankle.
Beggars can’t be choosers.
That’s true. I’ll take my affection where I can get it. Perhaps the dog only intended a playful nibble. With some antiseptic and a few bandages, I’d be as right as rain in 2-3 weeks.