Me and my little dog, Sam,
slip, slide on the winter walks;
two mutts living day to day
on scraps and occasional treats.
 
He’s neutered; I’m old enough
I might as well be.
We’ve both been abused
but don’t talk about it much
because what’s been is done.
 
He doesn’t trust easy
but he’s starting to trust
the people I do.
 
Which is damn few.