Attack of the Killer Squirrel
Oh, Elinor.
You are the perfect dog,
except when you decide
to bark madly at midnight
(while Kevin is out of town).
I must drag myself from sleep,
and with some trepidation,
go downstairs
to check all the doors
and all the locks.
It was only a squirrel, doggy.
But my heart is still pounding.
Thank you for your valiant warning.
Thanks a lot.