Mom had a poodle named Martini. She did love that dog but may have loved the liquid indulgence even more. I mean, she always pampered that mutt but she could also out-drink a fish. The haircuts, ribbons, bows, and extra olives certainly made for a colorful childhood no matter how you choose to look at it. Anyway, I’m just sitting here right now, idly sipping a memory of the two of them, enjoying a little hair of the dog, and ambivalently wondering if pets are allowed on the furniture in heaven.
moonrise at sunset…
shadows of wildflowers
in his hand
Contemporary Haibun Online 14 | 2 July 2018
