The Salty Dog: Why Carpets Rule over Tiles (by Karma)

img_1966On 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.

4 thoughts on “The Salty Dog: Why Carpets Rule over Tiles (by Karma)”

  1. 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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