My ex girlfriend called her toy poodle Peanut Head.
I don’t know why, but I liked that name,

and Peanut Head lived up to it; he was kind of nuts,
scratched his nails on furniture, jumped on tables.

He growled at bigger dogs whenever he saw them,
but he always cozied up to cats.

I wondered if Peanut Head thought he was a cat,
or if he’d been a cat in a former life.

When my girlfriend walked out on me, Peanut Head
chose to stay,

and truth be known, I liked Peanut Head better than
her anyway.

Bob Boyd