It's a Long Story of Insult Added to Mysterious Injury
Before dawn, Ghost Cows position themselves
just outside their home pasture... to spook
puppy Peaches... in dire need of a morning-shit.
Now... in brightest daylight, nerved-up on kibble,
a wedge of butter croissant, baby teeth
well-practiced on rawhide bones,
Peaches tough-sits her ground,
Irish Wolfhound puppy ready to bite
the Mayor of Cows up from the Bottomless Pit.
Peaches Shuttleworth, 14-week-old Irish Wolfhound puppy, apprentice writer's hound, has an enormous blood blister on the left cheek of her rump... and it has a drain tube, so the veterinarian mandated a cone. Peaches does not like jokes about Peach Ice Cream Cones, no, does not like those jokes at all. Oh... the goddamned trials of puppyhood!