Clem is the Basset Hound next door

And I feel rather sorry for him.

He’s outside 24/7/365 and lives out of his doghouse.

There are two times each day when he wants in:

            lunch and

            dinner,

and I can hear his baleful high-pitched bark.

Tail wagging while he barks, and when he gets no response,

His tail slowly drops as he walks away.

Many days I look out my windows

To see him sprawled on the ground napping.

When he’s close to the fence, I scratch his forehead

While those sad eyes look up at me.

I turn away with tears in my eyes, wanting to pick him up

And make him mine.

© George E Thompson