Through the glass door
I see you roaming.
Nose up.
Then down.
I can see the ripple of smell
as you follow it like a trail.
You pause
like you're considering,
here or there?
I wonder, what is it?
I root for those who may be scurrying
under your paws.
Do they sense you?
Your head darts around.
Changing course?
Then, all at once, the digging begins.
You maneuver
the freshly thawed earth
expertly into a mound.
Only to be befuddled again.
Where did it go?
Your freshly dirt crusted paws
bring you to the back step.
With defeated eyes,
you await the paw washing.
Pro pet owner tip:
We got this little paw washer from a pet store last summer. The brilliant little design works great for washing paws, particularly spring doggie paws. It sits in its appropriate spring location, at the ready.
