A bath was required, I needed an answer,
‘Cause all on my own, I did not want to chance her
Cavorting all wet over sofa and bedding,
But bathe her I must, ’cause she’s hairy and shedding.
There’s no putting off with a whimsical ‘one day’,
I thought to myself, I would do it on Monday,
When after a weekend away I’d be rested,
Refreshed and renewed, I just might not be bested.
So I packed her bag, she went for the duration
To play with her friends, an ideal situation,
I know she is cared for, there’s no cause to worry,
She’s happy and safe and I don’t need to hurry.
While I was away, a text out of the blue…
“I’ve bathed her,” it said. “Twice. And cut her hair too.”
He’d shampooed her first, but she’d played in the mud,
So he’d done it again… and I thought that was good.
He’d trimmed back her feathers, got rid of the matting
Where moulting had made her look like she’d been ratting
Down horrible hallways, or up in the attic…
I tell you, I read that and I was ecstatic!
So when she came home, bounding in through the door,
(Heading straight for the ball that she’d left on the floor)
There was no doggy smell to importune my nose,
She was shiny and silky and fresh as a rose!
This was a result! But she looked all lopsided,
“Ah well,” said our friend,”It would seem she decided
Enough was enough, and her patience diminished,
She’d not let me near her… she’s only half finished.”
I quite understood, as she’ll not let me near her
With scissors or clippers, or things that might shear her,
As she has four legs, she runs faster than me
And will thwart all my efforts to groom easily.
And yet, we are grateful, the small dog and I,
To the young man with scissors, determined to try,
For though she’s lopsided, the dog at my feet,
For once in her lifetime smells perfectly sweet.