So you agree to watch the dog? That makes me glad.
I thought I’d have to send out for the goon.
Last time it took all the resolution I had
not to kill the bastard for gazing at the moon
while Rover chewed a hole through Mama’s dress –
the one she wore way back when she first met Father.
Later that week I gave him an anonymous
call letting him know he’d been a bother
to me and Rover, whom he’d forgotten to feed.
Rover’s in the kitchen – I just heard the floor creak.
It’s been a long time. You’ve grown like a weed!
No girls or parties, now, but it’s OK to speak.
If you want some cookies, they’re behind that panel.
It’s you and the Discovery Channel –
twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.
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