Treasure Island

Kevin Rottweiler


Rottweiler Menthol Breath


My dearest baby Rottweiler
got into my cough drops
sucking the menthol drops
breathing her breath all over
life starting over
a good girl
with golden spots near her eyebrows
such a good dog
not like some others
once I trained Ninja
he was a big boy
afraid of him
until he submitted to me
with biscuits in hand
from animal shelter
so Ninja was a good boy
he was trained by someone
I helped a little
got into my menthol drops
Rottweiler menthol breath

Submitted: Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 08, 2013

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  • Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi (4/10/2013 7:53:00 PM)

    I am shocked..Be careful next time...an interesting piece of work on my favorite pets..Rottweilers are great guard dogs and good companions to make us to work out in the gardens by digging out what we planted... (Report) Reply

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