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?
