Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #339

I Called My Dog
by Belinda Roddie

I called my dog "The Floof," plain and simple,
though my mother called her "Floofster" instead,
and my father called her "Lady Fluff." Well,
I thought "The Floof" sounded better when said
aloud, and truly, what a floof she was.
Her white fur shrouded her like a thick shawl,
her eyes beaming between the tufts of fuzz.
When on her back, she looked just like a ball,
rolled up and grunting, her belly exposed
so we could rub it. She was pretty big,
and if she got bored around me, her nose
would wind up pressed against me. I, a twig,
looked so tiny and frail beside my pooch:
The Great and Beautiful, Majestic Floof.