02/06/2026
I wrestle fluff and flying fur, with suds and bubbles everywhere.
Wet noses, wagging tails, prancing paws and many zoomies.
I’m wearing fur I do not own,
In places fur has never known.
I speak in treats and baby talk to. I love you so much even when you wiggle, bark, and squawk.
I clip, I trim, I brush, I dry,
While fur confetti fills the sky.
So when you strut out fresh and proud,
Smelling good and feeling wowed.
Just know behind that polished sheen
Is love, patience… and a whole lotta caffeine.
☕🐶