We take our daily walkies morn and eve,
The dogs and I, not only to relieve
Their bowels and let them pee, but also to
Take in the scenery and have them do
Some socializing with our neighbor dogs
Or listen down the drain for croaking frogs,
Or sometimes roll upon a new-mown lawn
Or track where other critters may have gone.
Each walk’s a new adventure boding some
Excitement or surprise about to come,
And only if it suddenly starts to rain
Does eagerness convert to clear disdain,
And we beat our retreat at trotting speed
Back home, pronto, each vying for the lead.