I call to her saying, “Come in girl,”
And proffer a doggie treat,
Peanut butter or chicken.
Hundreds of other times
I call her in from her outside romp.
She comes in and pauses near me
But not this time….
I am only thinking, “I should take her for a walk.”
But I never say it to her,
Nor tell her I’ve got to put the harness on her.
My thoughts remain my secret.
Hundreds of other times she pauses and waits for a pat.
But this time she runs away to the other room
As if my my uncommunicated thought was
Broadcast through a megaphone.
Hundreds of other times she comes to receive a treat.
But this time she stands away and only stares at me.
When I say, “Come” and move toward her
She bolts to the other room.
Hundreds of other times she knew I was only giving her a treat.
This time she was prescient and knew I had the hidden harness.
We go on the walk but only after I get on my knees
And beg in the most pathetic way,