On a Tuesday night in June a sprinkler
was minding its own business, scattering water
on the one day a week it’s legal
to scatter water. When it was attacked
by Polo. The Good Dog.
The dog who is never to be trusted with sprinklers.
She cornered her prey, forced
it into submission, into only watering the fence.
Clover stayed dry on the porch, barking,
‘You go, girl!”
I pulled the predatory Polo inside, where she proceeded
to bark at each sprinkler station for the next hour
until the grass was no longer gasping.
As your husband and fixer of the sprinklers, I would like to say, “@!%#! Dog!”
They do look alive, though.
it’s grande when they drag the sprinklers across the yard whilst being thumped in the bum with jetting water.
it’s the main reason why dog-owners have lawns.
🙂
Love this! I can just see Polo stalking the sprinkler:) Lovin’ this daily doggy.
Vanita, there is no stalking to it. It’s a full frontal attack. No fear–just rage.