By Marcia Beckford
I asked Pillow, my pet dog,
if in case of a catastrophe
I could use her body to make some sushi.
She yawned.
Then, downward dogged and upward dogged
“Make sure you find food for me and you!”
“And, walk me then pick up my poop!”
“Or, I may take a few bites out of you!”
She barked.
My dirty little dog then rolled around in the dirt.