You make me proud.

You woke up
this morning
not feeling good
at all.
I take you
to the vet.
I lift you
in the car and off
we go.
Before we get
there
I am praying.
Not that you will
be ok.
I know you will.
But that you
will behave.
You are a spoiled
dog.
And you will
not behave.
We drive up
and you start barking
like a crazy dog.
You are pulling
and barking
and growling
and all the
dog owners
are glaring at me.
Like I am a bad
mom.
Maybe I am.
but we are here
now and nothing
can be changed.
They take us in a
room right away.
I am sure so as not
to deal
with you.
Once in the room
you calm down.
The doctor
comes in.
Your dog is fat.
That is the first thing
she says.
I know, I respond.
But my fat dog
is sick..can you look
at him?
She lectures me, on
your weight.
You smile the
whole time.
She complains
and lectures and
makes me feel bad.
He is on a diet,
I explain.
Well he needs a diet
with some obedience
training.
You look up at
the doctor.
You look pissed.
I agree with the
doctor and move
on from this
conversation.
she leaves the
room and says
that I am done and
I can meet her
in the lobby.
I sit feeling bad.
You look at me and
lick my face.
Out in the lobby
as I am being lectured
again,
You decide to Poop
right there in the lobby.
Right in front of
the poodles and terriers.
You are smiling
so big.
I start to smile,
then laugh.
As we walk out you block
me, I Bend down
and you kiss me
and bark.
I love you.
You make me
proud.
You might be fat
and a rebel,
but you are mine...
And I love your style.