My cute dog

Rain bucketing down

You want to go outside

I let you out

And you sniff around

Then you promptly do your business

I call your name

You don’t respond

I think your going deaf

In your old age.

Nitro, nitro

I call and call you

Eventually you hear me

But only after

I clap my hands

In you run

Fast as lightning

Your soaking wet

But oh so cute.

Author: Carol anne

I am 40 years young. I'm blind and I have dissociative identity disorder, I also have complex PTSD. I blog about my life with these disorders. I live in Ireland. View all posts by Carol anne