My poor dog came to the back door,
green from paws to hips and shoulders,
his snout and haunches as well,
after a morning romp on the newly trimmed yard
with Duke, his best puppy dog pal.
Geddy had been bathed late last week.
His white and orange fur glows when clean,
and he smelled for those five days
of French lavender and sugared oatmeal.
On nights like those, we share our bed with him.
Now, he begs to be let inside,
soft green paws padding the door, apologetic.
He smells too much like a lawnmower,
knows he will sleep in the doghouse tonight,
penance for his master's mistakes.
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