Bogging at home is something I’ve missed.
I’m off work this week with an injured ankle, not wrist.

Everyday I usually make the rounds.
And not before long I release the fecal hounds.

One by one the they snarl and bark.
Staining the bowls with their pooey plaque.

But alas I’m home and without a care.
Making enjoyable deposits from my derrière.