& he walks along the

side of the bath

paws first, territorily

prowling watching

the water.

The plug goes in - Black

after several attempts & he peers

down -

paw after paw soft

treading on the side of

the bath

so careful now, after

years of practice, it is

an artform to him,

'my territory - not to fall in!'

When the bath runs

& the sound hums from

the overhead fan

''I step niftily along

the length of the bath

span'' he says,

then - he watches

a foot, a calf, a knee

the best of me he

sees in the bath &

''Sometimes I fall in -

but it is very rare because

I don't know how to

swim & anyway her leg is there'' - he says