Reddy was the cause of more than one clash with my husband, who attributed Reddy’s wet markers in the rug to my slacking off on walking the little beast. As if he knew he had the upper hand, Reddy would sneak to the basement and leave a territorial marker on the floor as soon as we came in from a walk. When it came to Reddy, there was little doubt in my mind about who was wearing the leash.
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
Iodine Journal Acceptance
DOG POEM
Iodine Poetry Journal, based in Charlotte, NC, has accepted for
publication “Master of the Leash,” a poem I wrote about a dog I once owned
called Reddy. With something of a dachshund heritage, he had short legs, a
sausage body, and red hair (a tipoff to his temperament).
Reddy was the cause of more than one clash with my husband, who attributed Reddy’s wet markers in the rug to my slacking off on walking the little beast. As if he knew he had the upper hand, Reddy would sneak to the basement and leave a territorial marker on the floor as soon as we came in from a walk. When it came to Reddy, there was little doubt in my mind about who was wearing the leash.
Reddy was the cause of more than one clash with my husband, who attributed Reddy’s wet markers in the rug to my slacking off on walking the little beast. As if he knew he had the upper hand, Reddy would sneak to the basement and leave a territorial marker on the floor as soon as we came in from a walk. When it came to Reddy, there was little doubt in my mind about who was wearing the leash.
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