Met him in the park.
It was starting to get dark.
Our dogs sniffed each other
as they do.
I'd seen him at the school
and thought he looked real cool.
The best looking Dad
that I knew.
I'd pointed him out to Hubby
who'd said he looked tubby,
I'd said, "No it's all muscle,
can't you see?"
He said, "He looks a bit rough
and he's probably a pouf"
but he looks really hot
to me.
So back to the park
and our little doggy walk
that turned into
an exciting rendezvous.
He introduced himself as John.
I told him I was called Yvonne
and we chatted as we
scooped up doggie poo.
We arranged to meet again
if it didn't rain
the next evening
and probably others too.
We wandered into the woods
where John delivered the goods.
Things went so well
the time really flew.
Turned out more than a walk.
Good job dogs can't talk.
They were happy playing
In the evening dew.
I was a saint in Hubby's eyes
giving the dog such exercise.
He never guessed that
I was getting plenty too.
Suddenly the dog died
and all the family cried,
My walks had ended
This was a sad day.
I missed John so much,
longed for his tender touch.
Must get another dog
right away.
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