Every night, between the hot tub and bedtime reading,
the old man and the old dog enjoy together chocolate ice cream. Nutty.
Both a furry grey. Long and lanky and not a little achy much always.
The two take the pain slowly, like a white man’s burden.
Dog is lucky, he can have painkillers.
Neither makes much noise unless necessary.
Unless they are snoring.
So similar those two.
Just really weird, the resemblance, the young redhead says.
You are one to talk, he told her.
Her dog is little, smart and anxious. Alert!
Nervous even.
Both are stress eaters. The dog’s stress is she’s not eating.
Each sparkling beautiful with,
have to say this carefully, distinctive noses.
Pointy. Both can smell a squirrel down the street
break wind.
Speaking of booty,
you know what I am talking about.
Both purebred.
I’m the only mongrel in the house.