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My Own Pet

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My Own Pet

In deference to the pandemic

I have become my own pet.

I eat and poop and pee, and

once a day I take myself

out for a walk in the woods.

If I see other humans

when I am out in the world

I keep myself away from them.

They say that I don’t bite,

but you can’t be too careful.

Apparently I am spoiled:

I get way too many treats,

and at home I just eat and sleep

and play with all my

electronic toys and try

to learn some new tricks,

even though I am an old dog.

And, with some resistance,

I occasionally get a bath.

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