It was worth the wait

She asked me what he ate

I thought back on the week

Pot roast, Canadian goose poo, a washed-up fish, maybe a couple chips

Blue Buffalo savory stew, and of course, his usual shish kabob desserts

But I told her I’d cut back on his treats

I didn’t know why his stomach hurt

Come to think of it, he hadn’t had a shish kabob in days

Trying to be healthier

I told her, “This whole thing has affected even how he plays”

“He’s throwing up, he’s lethargic”

She said, “Well goose poo for some dogs can be quite cathartic”

She used her stethoscope to assess his round belly

He’d lost a few pounds, she didn’t have to tell me

The pup wasn’t his usual self

His eyes were droopy

Walking in, he’d seemed a bit loopy

The vet checked him out, said, “He’s got all the symptoms”
“His tests are normal”

“I can tell by his demeanor and even his gums”

She went to the cabinet and pulled out a bag

My pup’s tail started to wag

She held up the bag of sticks, said, “This’ll do the trick”

She held one up to Billy and he sniffed

“This will cure all of it,” she said

She unsealed the bag and handed over the tri-colored treat

My pup gladly took it, how neat

He smiled and wagged his tail, seemed to come alive

She told me, “He was in SWD”

“Shish kabob Withdrawal Syndrome”

Sarah McLachlan’s Angel played in the background

My pup chomped away on the treat as his new life was found

The vet said, “Give just one a day, there’s no other way”

“He’s got you trained”