Dante, our dog, is a challenge to feed

He is always certain

every meal will be his last

 

It’s a race against drool,

best avoided by the squeamish

The trick is to get the food down

before he realizes it's feeding time

 

One day it will be his last meal

and it will break my heart

 

I know I’ll miss those times

I've stepped in the puddles of anticipation

from that damn dog