Mondays With the Dog

© Duke and Frisbee
© Photo by Linda Rose

Poor Duke doesn’t understand Mondays,
the blah, and the mirr, and the grunt-days.
He doesn’t understand the scowl on my face,
the not wanting to play, or the tone of my voice.

He wiggles and twists, and tries without fail;
he seems almost determined to get me to smile,
but the hour or so that I first return home,
I insist on behaving like one best alone.

Somehow it happens, the subtlest switch.
I push close my eyebrows, but feel my mouth twitch,
and somehow I chuckle, just a little more often,
and the blah and the mirr of my Monday are softened.

© L. Rose (2/20/17)

 

2 thoughts on “Mondays With the Dog

  1. crunchygoodness1 February 20, 2017 / 10:09 pm

    Poor pup! He thought you were gone forever . Decompression from the day & people, I understand. Romping & snuggles can chill you, too. 😊❤ xoxo Duke’s advocate🐶

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    • scatterednotebooks February 20, 2017 / 10:31 pm

      Yeah, I was unreasonably crabby tonight, and although Duke didn’t suffer in any real way, I felt bad about scowling. Thanks for having his back!

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