My dog wore a Charlie Brown collar around her neck for the better part of eleven years.
A red collar, with each character printed on a blue strip sewn onto the red like a patch.
She reminds me of Lucy, though she is a Bella.
A snarky, somewhat rude dog, she pretends to play by your rules, then
BAM!
There's the kicker.
I feel like Charlie Brown attempting
To kick the football while trying to get my dog to listen.
I call her to the couch, and lay out a blanket.
I fluff it out like she likes it in a desperate attempt
to get her to love me. She hears my call, my small whistle,
she knows it's from her least favorite in the house.
She perks her ears, as to pretend my offer is enticing.
Runs over to the couch where I have plopped myself, sits with me for a minute or two until she deems my pats as "not good enough" and runs to his side of the couch.
The ugly beige plaid print, a blanket that has not been washed in months, over my clean blanket, smelling of Downy laundry soap.
I sit alone, looking towards my dog, she has her grin as he pats her right behind the ears.
They look cute together, though they're both
traitors.
My dog's attention raises back to me as she hears a crinkle, the crinkle of my hand inside a bag of Cheez-Its.
She nose wrinkles as she sniffs it out, knowing she made the wrong choice.
She hops toward my freshly cleaned blanket,
fluffed to her desire, the comfier of the two couches, and the bag of snacks I have between my fingers.
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mind-numbingly sleepless nights
PoetryA collection of poems that I tend to write in the early hours of the morning when I can't sleep at night. Anything from love, to self love, confliction in relationships with my family, friends and myself. Random thoughts drizzled in between the line...
