Gustav

Thank you for stumbling into my yard
On the anniversary when Dahmer’s mud eyes left me
When my heart suddenly realized
It wasn’t as full as it should be.
Thank you for having fleas
and toenails into the next zip code.
Thank you for eating Jude’s cupcake
and humping my leg.
And arms.
Thank you for being the smelliest dog
I’ve ever encountered.
Ever.
In my life.
No farts, breath, or all-around dog body odour
could ever compare to yours.
Thank you for consistently eating
only the left foot of my shoes
and slippers.
Every Lego you poop in the yard
is one less toy I have to clean.