Childish Tantrum

Blog 445:

She shivers
She shakes and trembles
She feels something undesirable
She runs and hides as far inward, under the bed
“What’s the matter, little one?”
She doesn’t reply her usual high-pitched bark
Instead, she cowers in fear
And like a little child, she whimpers
“It will be a quick Groomer visit, dear one,” I say
But she doesn’t want to hear of a trip
Not on this yucky, rainy day, anyway
I get a grip of her tail and pull it gently
She emerges finally
And shuddering still
She gives in!