Turf war

When NASA sent me a letter
inviting my dog to go to the moon,
I was shocked.

When I read I could only
pack him one thing to take,
I was stumped.

Pedigree Chum?
A bone?
A squeaky toy?
I had no clue.

In the end I chucked my toddler in there
so they could finally settle their turf war.

© Carl Burkitt 2015

642 Challenge: “Your dog has won a free trip to the moon. What do you pack for him?”

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