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Every time we take a walk,
My owner stops to chat and talk,
To friends along our path each day,
Lessening my time to play.
If I dawdle over a plant or flower,
My owners face begins to glower.
She tugs my leash - let’s get going.
Why I wonder, it’s not cold or snowing?
I have a plan to put her in my shoes,
So it will be my turn to stop and schmooze.
From my leash I will be unhitched,
Our places will be swapped and switched.
I’ll place the leash round her throat,
And I’ll try not to giggle or even gloat.
Now she’ll understand my fate,
As I rub noses while she waits.
Thesderina's Bubala
5 years old
A Dog's Lament