On an evening dark and queasy
I crawl upon my doggy kneesies
beyond a vast expanse of tile
to the tiny oasis of soft beige pile.
It’s there upon my beloved carpet
my stomach heaves and then I barf it
across six feet of woolen lawn;
Now relieved, I relax and yawn.
When suddenly my humans begin to shriek
“Get off the rug, you [bleepidty bleep!]”
They descend with sprays and thirsty towels;
Their distress causes loosening of my bowels.
Now I’m up in the air and out the door
To the doghouse; but why, I’m not really sure.
THE SARASOTA SALT 
My Karma my love,
So sorry to hear, your tummy is upset
and your parents are in fear.
Perhaps it was food of which was not yours
A lesson to learn from your distant Amour.
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From Karma,
Love you Jojo!
You are my mojo.
Arfff!
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Love it!
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Shout out to Karma! So cute, even when in the doghouse 🙂
(and so poetic!)
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