I walked my dog this morning
and as we stepped into the newness
of the day, a large Boxer ran over
and bit him,
seemingly for no good reason.
After that happened, we dawdled to
the lake and I threw his tennis ball, for a
game of fetch- but before he could retrieve it
(running, as fast as he can) ,
some kid took his ball and
tossed it in the lake.
On our way home, I thought a run would
divert him from these troubles,
but as we began our dash, he got tangled
in his leash and tripped - paws over head,
somersaulting like a bagel.
It's evening now and he is bringing me
his leash, drunk with happiness and
eager for a walk.
He's forgotten this morning.
I've not yet put it all out of my mind.
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Originally Posted by kiz_paws
