Dog Problems

She runs to greet me everyday Though her breath smells nothing of roses I know a sloppy wet kiss is on its way I greet her with a hug and rub our noses She is not just a dog She is my closest friend But today I notice she’s in a bit of a fog So I will try to comprehend Off to the park we go Fetch is not her best sport I imagine in another life she paints like Van Gogh We return home, the rain caused us to cut the trip short After the car ride I find her fog deserted She spends the rest of the night contently diverted