we enter the facility,

a standard poodle

and a standard human.

(well depending on your standards)

we are there to visit

those who do not get to go out visiting

anymore.

“You have to come to my room!

I have a picture of my last baby on the wall –

father and son –

and a calendar of studs.”

The babies were Boxers,

she raised 40 of them, all canine.

The studs – were human –

twelve months of them.

ah love.

who are we to judge?