The Bath

I hear a sound that's familiar. No, I don't like it at all.

Droplets of water splashing like a deep woods waterfall.

It's coming from that room down the hallway. The one dad calls his retreat.

Where that fun roll of paper hangs on the wall and there is a handle on the back of the seat.

Here comes mom with that look in her eyes. This is not going to be fun.

I have only one option left. Excuse me while I take off and ruuuuuunnn!!

The kids are trying to catch me. Mom has her track shoes on too.

This event happens every time I roll around in deer poo!

Oh no they have me cornered. I'm just not gonna budge.

Now they are dragging me like a prisoner going before the judge.

They strip me of my collar and grab me and toss me in!

And use about 13 different concoctions, one, which is tingling my skin.

Mom looks me straight in the eye and says, “Boy I don't understand.

When the kids are in their wading pool you jump in anytime you can.”

She just doesn't understand. It's because I am not being forced,

And that's my chance to get even for this, as I shake and make mom wet of course!

She is really digging hard; that deer poo has really set up.

I must admit one thing; I was really one smelly pup.

Oh I'm not quite done fighting. Just timing my move just right.

Now that I am all lathered up, it's time to make my flight.

She reaches for the sprayer. Mom you just messed up.

Out of the tub I take off running. No one can hold this slippery pup!

I can't believe they did this, someone left open the door.

Now if I could only get to it sliding on moms linoleum floor.

Finally I am free outside, running all over the yard.

Now dad just got involved, running from him is always hard.

My fight is over; I surrender. Dad is covered in soap too.

I guess he will already smell good if he wants to roll in some poo!!!

Dad carries me over to the wading pool. Drops me in holds me down.

There will probably be pictures of this circus circulating around the town.

Mom has 27 towels out and probably needs a few more.

I'm not quite sure which is wetter, my dad or the kitchen floor!

I am glad this fiasco is over. I hope it doesn't happen again soon.

I think I have learned my lesson this time as I eyeball another pile of poo!!

(Jerry Wayne Baldwin; from “This K-9 of Mine”)

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I would like to thank Jerry Wayne Baldwin for his kind permission to publish his poems on my blog.

The book “This K-9 of Mine: Poetic short stories from a dog's point of view, plus a few from the owner's vantage point, too.” is available as Kindle version here.