They do not permit their dog
— a Lab who ascribes to the motto
that life is a contact sport —
into the house, except
to run down the hall at night
up the stairs to her crate
which has a cozy looking pillow.
Otherwise, she stays in the drafty garage.
I did not understand any of this
when I agreed to watch her.
Nor did I look at the forecast,
a Real Feel of minus 2!
I brought her in to warm up
but she is clearly not comfortable
except my lap. At least 80 pounds
of friendly dog, tail wagging,
trying her best to snuggle
into the puppy pile we create together.