Spotty

Curse of the Mutt

By: Charles Giuliano - May 15, 2015

Spotty

Years of hard work
The Sullivans
Moved from Cambridge
To upscale Belmont
A fine home
For three cousins
And their beagle
Spotty
They were proud of the mutt
Up the street from
Aunt Caddy
By then a doddering widow
Husband George
Retired Musicians Union
Vice President
She would cook us a lovely dinner
White on white
Potato, squash, turnips
All mashed and bland
With ham
George had a bar
Real one with stools
In the basement
Told the same stories
Of WWI and playing
Drums in the Navy Band
Over there
All seemed copasetic
Sullivans would drop by
With Spotty
Caddy would feed him
Lovely snack
Better than the dog food
Served at home
Out of a can
Spotty came to be a regular
After breakfast
Came by for his snack
Eventually never went back
Moved in with Caddy
Doting on him
Smart dog
The Sullivans were furious
Blood feud
Caddy a nice little old lady
Not a mean bone
No malicious intent
Spotty was the traitor
Benedict Arnold of dogs
She died
Clearing out the house
On the sly
Uncle Jimmy explored the garage
Could use some tools
Garden hose
Pay back
Evening the score
Closed the garage door
Slamming it shut
Clipped off the tip
Of a finger
The curse of Spotty