Miss Olive Oil
is her name.
A rat terrier
with neighborhood fame.

She walks the gravel
without any fear.
At 19 years old,
she can barely hear.

But there is no stopping
this girl of mine.
She is strong-willed
and obnoxious at times.

She loves her cookies,
at least 6 per day.
If she doesn’t get one,
don’t get in her way.

The ears go back,
and she turns with a huff.
Marches to her bed,
a real pissed-off pup.

With that side-eyed stare,
looking up as I pass.
She makes me feel guilty
and wants to kick my ass.

Oh Miss Olive Oil,
you love your treats.
Still at 19 years old,
cookies are all you want to eat.