HE WAS WORRIED

he sat there,
worry spread across his face,
the worried look of a man,
staring at the judge,
awaiting the verdict of life,
there was no way out,
the door was shut tight,
no secret passageway,
or secret code for the door,
he sat there no eye contact,
no smile,
just that worried look,
time went by,
i decided it was time for toilet,
i passed him with the worried look,
everything fell into place,
as my foot squashed into the matter,
once again the matter was....DOG SHIT!
he is in the dog house,
and i am running a bath!

but i still love him!