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“Woof”, I bark. I am a puppy. Why am I waiting by the door? Today is an important day for my human. He said he has a “disease”. Fleas? and then repeated the letter “A” twice. I don’t know, I’m only a puppy. So I’m waiting by the door until he returns so I can jump on him and lick him, because I love him.
He comes home and I jump on him. He has a bottle he brought home. ‘Mouthwash’? "Mouth Fleas” he jokes. “No, they told me I should take care of myself better, and that starts with good hygiene. It’s so I can have good, white, teeth —” He gives me a weird looking bone. “—and so should you!”. It tastes good. That’s all I care about.
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“Good morning puppy!” “Woof!”, I bark back. “Now technically, you’re supposed to do this twice a day, they told me. It really helps prevent the mouth fleas”. He gives me another bone, even though I’m still chewing the first one. “You can never have too good of a thing” he says.
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“I can’t believe it’s been a year! I don’t even know if you’re still a puppy” he jokes. “I hope you had a good birthday, puppy. Good night”.
The mouth fleas must have gotten worse. He has finished two full bottles of that ‘mouth wash’ today. I hear his car leave the house. He’s probably going to buy more bottles. I think he hates fleas more than me.
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“Woof”, I bark. I am no longer a puppy. Why am I waiting by the door? I’m waiting by the door until he returns so I can jump on him and lick him, because I love him. He just never returns.
I've done emotionally driven poems before, but usually an 'in-your-face' manner, and usually rhyming. So I just got back from Starbucks at the Crystal Mall (CT) and I wrote this poem, trying to be more subtle