Three Line Lunch: Good Dog, Deserving

a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 200

Good Dog, Deserving

Red knew one command: sit. Kimberley taught him, we didn’t. We’d ask him to sit
To get harnassed for trips to the park. Whenever he wanted something he would
Make sure you were watching then quickly sit, so you knew he was a good dog, deserving.