COSTCO-Prozac-Almost-Haiku

Went to COSTCO today to buy doggie Prozac
That I still can't bring myself to give him
It's exactly the same as the kind for humans
Which I could take instead.

When I filled out the form,
I was told to list him as a dependent.
The pharmacist was fussy when I returned
And gave my name not his.

Then she said the name Guru
Wistfully as if to sooth an otherwise tense Saturday.

Since I was there...
...I renewed my membership
That I share with my ex...

...six years gone and counting,
But both of our names are still on the account
And he calls me almost daily

But he bailed on his weekend dog duty this afternoon
Due to some murky new crisis
That he'll explain when we talk, you know, real soon

For now the dog is utterly calm, embracing
His high end chew toy from the
Wag Hotel where a dog room costs more per night than
The hotels where I'll stay in Portland next week

In a couple of hours, he'll rest his head on my stomach
Trusting and uninterrupted for nine hours
Allowing me to interpret his intent without explanation
In the glow of early morning light
I can embrace it for that which has been denied me
By so many humans, forever racing after something Far more frivolous than a chew toy
If I lavish too much love in this moment on a sleepy Basenji
I take comfort knowing that there is only a
Basenji to receive it and no human to critique it.