Tuesday Night Fright

Pictured Poem created by Tremaine L. Loadholt

the dog is acting weird
I worked until a later
time than normal, and since
the end of the shift, I’ve been
trying to figure out this
different behavior.

I’ve cleaned her ears, rubbed her
belly, gave her kisses & crushed ice,
and she’s still being . . . weird.

every other day, something new
is happening. a senior dog
and her aging status is
frightening me.

it’s only Tuesday.
there’s still the rest of
this week to get through.
will we make it?