Woof Woof

Woof Woof

I walk my dog, praying she’ll give up.

She doesn’t.

She found it among rubbish

Her trophy.

A can of tuna.

I tried to yank it

from her, but

she just clenched her teeth harder.

I tried to tempt her with treats

(my plan

to snatch it when she let go),

but she clamped onto it.

I said her name soothingly

then grabbed it.

She wagged her tail,

refused to let go

And so, we walk

past the gaze and gape

of neighbours,

through spotless streets.