I want to accept,
except accepting means
having to walk away
from having to walk
a mile in somebody else’s shoes
and let’s be honest here:
shoes don’t fit me.
I’m a dog, you see
although my owner thinks
I’m soft
I really don’t need
those rain boots she
keeps shoving on my feet
and the rain hat and cape?
Give me a break!
How does any
self-respecting dog
go out dressed like a human
and not expect
the other dogs not
to laugh?
Is that the front door?
My leash?
My… oh no, don’t tell me it’s raining…
I want to accept,
except accepting means
having to walk away
from a walk…
The shame!!
This unexpected poem is part of Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Click here and join in! https://lindaghill.com/2016/08/05/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-aug-616/
Linda G. Hill 
Cute!
😀
I do cringe for those poor pooches who are victims of their owner’s fashion crimes.
I know, right?
lol. poor dogie. i have to admit, i have put on shoes on my dog’s feet and took her for a walk once. the walk was a short one, as she refused to walk any further. so the shoes were worn once and been kept in the drawer ever since, and that was years ago.