if my dog to the barber went,
i wonder how it would go,
would he , compliant, jump on the swivel chair,
or bark down the shop,like a foe.
if in for a long wait,
i hope he won't be sorely grim,
patience on occasion he does show,
and is always in need of a trim.
when in the queue, would he instinctively,
give the neighbor's shoe a chew
cause he rather loves to do that,
especially if the shoe is new.
or would he give a forlorn chap,
a look filled with love,
symbiotic in their need ,
would he roll over for a tummy rub.
finally when it was his turn,
how would he explain;
a teeny whine or tail turned down,
to show he was fearful of pain.
eager to please, the barber, i wish
ruffles up his hair,
calming him down lovingly,
as he adjusts the giant chair.
how dapper , the mutt would look,
groomed and smartly coiffed,
he is brought up well, so i am sure,
his thanks would be politely voiced.
as i dream of such a morn,
to my face it brings a smile,
but i think, the day,when dogs to the barber go,
Won't be here for a while.