Murphy

Murphy was a poodle.

He didn’t choose to be a poodle

and he certainly didn’t want to be a poodle,

but he was born that way.

It happens.

He hid it well.

No one knew.

Well, no one would have known

except 

for the one time each year

when he was taken to a poodle parlour

and given a shampoo,

(oh, the horror of it)

and a clip…

a clip that made it clear 

that he was a poodle,

probably with French poodle genes.

Quelle horreur!

His shame was enough 

to keep him indoors for weeks

He emerged hesitantly, 

always on a wet day,

where he could be sure

of finding mud to roll in.

Soon, he would feel like Murphy again.

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