Dogs

My father and I fought like
cats and dogs over cats and dogs.
My father hated cats, so I hated dogs.
The old man is dead now. My wife
has dogs. Stanley the schnauzer
puppy doesn’t know that with
my father, I sided with cats
against dogs. He cocks his head,
looks up at me like I’m a live grenade,
waiting to see if my next move
might prove to be entertaining.
The old man is dead. I like this dog.