Pet Hotels Poem by Douglas Scotney

Douglas Scotney

Douglas Scotney

Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia. Resides in Adelaide

Pet Hotels



Are what old folks' homes will become
when the baby boomers are dead.

Already people so love their dogs,
they convert their homes to kennels
and live in them with their dogs;
and when they go away
trust home and dogs to sitters.

But overexposure in future,
will have brought allergy to sitters,
the pet hotel will come into its own
and the old folks' home, happily,
won't need to be taken down.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I saw pictures of The Barkly Pet Hotel and have a house-sitter of a brother.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Danny Draper 05 July 2013

You're thoughts may well be prescient in this matter or at least you proffer a likely future based on our societal elevation of pets to friends which take but do not burden us with verbal demands or abuse. I may need to consult my Maltese canine oracle Snowy and Kirk the Cat.

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Douglas Scotney

Douglas Scotney

Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia. Resides in Adelaide
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