Oh, Dog Water, your murky depths sing to me from across the linoleum.
How I long to splash with reckless, joyous, abandon
But Her restraining arms pull me away yet again.
From the confines of the high chair, I gaze at your cool, glassy surface.
She can place me in the playpen, strap me in a car seat, or banish you to the sideboard,
But She cannot take away our love.
Someday, sweet Dog Water, we shall be reunited...
When She is not looking.