“Look, I am always covered in
dog hair,”
she sighs; eyes him to weigh disapproval.
He smiles, replies, “We’ll treat it like mohair.
Weave soft sweaters to sell at craft fairs all
over the world.” She laughs in disbelief.
He jumps to his feet, charms air with his arms.
“We’ll brush pooch’s winter coat with strokes brief
and gentle. Store fur in bags, safe from harm
to our friends with allergies! Yes! We’ll groom
Rover in summer, vacuum his shedding!
Dance like Ginger and Astaire to our loom!
Create a tux and gown for our wedding!”
“Wedding?” she gawks. He holds her close and coos,
“Ahhh, look. Now I’m coated in dog hair, too!”
Roger Armbrust
March 22,
2014
