Recently I broke up with my dog.
The bitch just couldn’t take my yapping anymore.
She still looks fetching
but I would snap at her,
all the time,
some crap like,
“What you’re looking for?
It ain’t me, babe.
“You’re barking up the wrong tree.”

So we’re through. Still,
she sniffs around me,
making sure no other has my scent.
She still digs me
and I can’t stop thinking about her;
like a dog with a bone
something keeps gnawing at me.

Is this just a seven year itch
when this puppy sporadically needs time off the leash
and flees in search of greener pastures?
I don’t know.
I just feel
like these are the dog days of this relationship
until maybe
the next time I’m in heat.