PUPPY DOG PATHOS

My granddaughter's stuffed animal; beloved and abused. Written for a prompt.

PUPPY DOG PATHOS

Here I lay crumpled, my face in the dirt.

She's forgotten me again and it hurts.

She knows I prefer to snuggle with her,

In her comfy, warm, bed with its comforter.

I'm soggy and wet my fur is a mess.

Preferred the tomato soup I confess.

In the bowl I plopped, yes she was upset.

My nose was plugged, but no drowning just yet.

Sydney cried and paced by the washer loud,

I emerged so clean, no dryer allowed.

This girl hugged me so tight it warmed my heart.

I felt great; my stuffing not torn apart.

A spider is crawling all over me;

It's creepy, annoying, and itchy.

I wish I could bark and alert my plight.

Hey Syd, I'm out here. Please make this all right.

I forgive your desertion of me overnight.

McDonald's was dark, scary, no delight.

You've always rescued me and been contrite.

I'm a silent companion; friendship tight.

You're just five-years old, lugging me around.

But I too like to see what you have found.

Remember the fast boat ride? We both squealed.

And the merry-go-round where I just kneeled?

We're supposed to be inside happy, giggling.

I miss you Syd. Come get me. I am wriggling.