I say, “Riley, let’s go for a walk!”
Knowing I will put on his leash, he sits down
Then it’s out to the road where he stops to sniff
To see who interesting has been around.
Soon settling into his prancey stride
At the end of the street he decides to turn right
When suddenly the leash is taut as right
Behind us, a zooming car hinders our walk
As Riley wants to run not stride
The leash wraps around me, I may fall down
And without anyone to help around,
I’ll be that something other dogs will sniff.
I do not want to be that whiff to sniff
And so I hold on tight to right
Myself and turn myself around,
And say, “Hey, this is supposed to be a walk!
You shouldn’t knock me down!”
But his car mania I must take in stride.
Eventually, Riley regains his stride
Nose to each blade of grass worth a sniff,
Always keeping his head down,
Never veering left or right,
Properly now back on our walk,
Until we reach the turnaround…
When he stops short, looking back around
“Oh no!” I say, as he slows his stride
I am forgotten, so too our walk
As into the air he lifts his nose to sniff
Then I see the red sports car turning right
Onto our street, the pedal pressing down…
Don’t fear, dear reader, I’ve got this down
For Riley (and me) there’ll be no run around.
I raise my head and know I’ll be alright.
As I move forward with steady stride
For in this instance, I am up to sniff
I mean snuff, as we continue on our walk.
Now Riley, if you want these walks around
Just settle down and follow me in stride
To sniff not chase will keep us both upright.