Have you been drinking toilet water again
I ask my dog as he smiles and pants puffs of sewage
I have often caught him neck deep in the bowl
The sound of lapping reverberating
Until he lifts his head and looks behind
His eyes balls of pride
His tail a ticking metronome
Having found this bottomless well
He is as full of himself as he is of urine
Something in his gaze beckons me over
As if he would have me on all fours,
Drinking deep of his discovery
Surely, he believes, this merits some petting
A treat perhaps?
Acquiescing I pull down my pants,
Take a seat on his fountain
And give him what he deserves