Munday on Monday: Brushing the dog

With brush in hand, it’s time to groom

The dog (who likes this, I’ll assume.)

I daily brush the hairs away

(In shedding season, twice a day.)

How skilled, my hands! My touch, how deft!

Just see the lines, the furrows left!

And after all this time I take,

The dog erupts in urgent shake;

Whose body quivers, nose to tail,

Which lets this silent thought prevail:

I’m grateful for the time you share,

But dang! You went and mussed my hair!

Don Munday