Working It

She works the room,

first flirting, then demanding.

If that doesn’t work, she ramps it up.

She sits on laps and slaps us.

She doesn’t work for food,

but she’s a worker for rewards.

Now she naps, she’s tuckered out.

It’s hard work to be a dog.

written to the prompt, Work, and published in Medusa's Kitchen:

https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2024/09/workin-hard-or-hardly-workin.html