It Wasn't Such A Bad Dog Life Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

If it weren't for the threat for my dog
to die from the ongoing virus
it wouldn't bother me a bit.

Yes! I wouldn't miss his bad
breath nor shopping for his itch
medicines. I would not miss

reading the content of his
bagged food or the stinky
canned so-called gourmet tidbits.

Nor would I miss his fleas.
What I'd miss the most
would be him not bringing

my morning newspaper
and keeping my legs warm.
I wouldn't miss his farting

that reminds me to stop feeding
him grapes and apples that he's
so good at catching in mid-flight

sometimes even pirouetting
in mid jump and snapping air
in his wide-open jaws.

~~~
Alex Nodopaka © April 2020