Greyhounds are some of the sweetest creatures on Earth, but even the greytest of Greyts can have trouble resisting temptation every now and then...
Grocery Day
By Katie Gilstrap
I bring some bags of groceries home
And set them on the floor.
I go back to my car
So I can grab a handful more.
But as I'm headed up the drive,
I hear a raucous crash.
Could it be, my hound inside
Has found my grocery stash?
Hastily, I run indoors
And much to my dismay,
I see my bags of groceries
In a state of disarray:
The loaf of bread is shredded
And the chips have all been crunched.
The butter has been sampled
(Yet the spinach is untouched).
The jelly jar is broken.
There's a paw print in the flan.
The eggs are cracked and oozing,
And my block of cheese is GONE.
I peer down at my greyhound
As he hangs his head in shame.
Even though I want to shout
I know that I'm to blame.
Next time I'll know better
Than to leave down on the ground
Grocery bags that captivate
The interest of my hound!
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