PoetryBedroom Haiku October 11, 2015 smirkpretty When the weeping starts It’s the dog who comes over. Consolation prize. Share this:TwitterFacebookMoreEmailPrintPinterestRedditLike this: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.