We would not have known
the delectable morsel
taken in flagrante delicto
by the Chocolate
Lab was the
irresistible, forbidden fruit
known as his own backyard
poop,
but, later in the house,
as he sat so still,
we smelled the breath
that was bad enough to kill
a buffalo in its tracks.
And so, my wife, who is really quick,
gave the dog a Listerine breath strip.
The dog’s lips smacked
and we made a pact
to watch the dog more closely
when he was out back.