It couldn't be resisted, I suppose,
even sitting up high where she had
to jump to reach it. I've placed pillows
there before, on the brick plinths
supporting the weathered columns.
One day I'll have to replace those
or the porch roof will be coming down
on me. It's a good place to set things
though, to dry or to air. The pillows do get
wet; it's part of my daily routine, the damp
bedding and clothes, the rinsing and refreshing.
What is that to a playful dog? I'd put it high
but she can jump high. It's part of the game,
reach what one can, tear it apart, never mind
the rebukes that will follow. She knows
I'll love her again soon. I always do.
Stephen Brooke ©2011
Bad girl! Yes, I mean YOU!