Dog

Bobby and I adopted Dog

About the same time he adopted us.

We were with my folks

Who had rented a bungalow for the weekend.

We walked to the pier,

Thinking about crabbing.

This German Shepard decided we were friendly

And started walking with us.

No license, no collar

We took him back to the bungalow

Where my mother ordered our dog “Out”.

Taking umbrage Dog, Bobby and I went.

For three days we were thick, really thick.

Dog watched us play ball,

Walked on our rope leash

To the hot-dog  stand and shared our feast.

Last day of Memorial weekend we left

For the city with Dog,

At least that’s what I thought would happen.

Instead we watched Dog through the back window,

As he tried to overtake our disappearing car.