Poodle Piddle Puddles
Our home is a large house
crammed with too many
possessions and I feel
drained of energy after
dusting it all, like an
ill-paid custodian of
family treasures. Finally,
the job is done for yet
another week's interval
and so is the day. I
complete the effort on
hands and knees, washing
floors. Everything, in
this brief moment, looks
gleaming fresh and quite
satisfactory until I realize
the gleam on the floor
appears to resemble a
rather large puddle. Quite
evidently a piddle-puddle,
and as I go off to look for
our adorable, prized and
beloved dog, I wonder, idly,
how a toy poodle could be
blessed with such a
capaciously leaky bladder.
Lost and found is my eureka! blog, my rediscovery of my short fiction and poetry submissions published in literary magazines and university literary journals some decades ago. Interspersed, occasionally, with more recent, hitherto unpublished pieces.
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