As a canine familial friend
There are some rules
That my owners defend
We can't use my girls' stuffed animals
Or my boys' hats and shoes
As a play toy, to destroy them
No chasing the mailman
Chewing through any wires
Or walking through the kitchen
But today, they forgot something
They left big bed frames
In the only route to the water bowl
My brother Wyatt and I
Stood at the forbidden entrance
Pondering our choices
If we chanced it...
And stepped through the kitchen
We would finally reach the water!
But like always, someone was home
Today it was our girl
And while it was kinda fun
She is always chasing us around
For having our paws even
Slightly on the kitchens' linoleum
Striding past me
Wyatt sauntered
Across the divide
A bit apprehensive
But otherwise confident
That everything would be fine
'What are you doing?
Bad boy, but for now it's fine...'
Our girl admonished him slightly
Giving her a soft growl in thanks
I heard him begin to lap
At the water like a dehydrated pup
Knowing he just got through
Relatively easy I was tempted
But it's best to always asks first
Whining softly
To grab my girls' attention
She calls to me, allowing it
'Come on Faith'
Pattering through the kitchen
Quickly back to the safe carpet
I see she is smiling
On the other side
In a friendly greeting
With a lick of thanks and
My brother finally done
(out of the way)
I take my turn
Lapping up some water
Though with a slower speed
Once done we settle down
And sunbathe by her sides
Panting in content