The Walk (Two perspectives in pictures and doggerel verse)

Stride over open ground, leap over a log

Try to match the agility of a dog.

The trail's the thing, don't ask me why

Tongues hang low, tails held high.

Leading a team down the trail, two in hand

Chest heaving, heart pounding to beat the band.

The sights, the sounds, and oh, so many smells

the wind carries them o'er the hill and down the dell.

Direction moves down the leash and power flows back

It's a connection that substitutes for language we lack.

I know we've trod this trail before,

the marks are on the trees

But today it's all new again,

as fresh as the spring time breeze.

Together they've got four times as many legs and are half my age

All I've got on them is a bigger brain and a bit of rage.

He yells, he pulls, he does everything but run

If he'd just move a little faster we'd all have more fun.

Sparkling like diamonds in the setting sun
Gotta move, gotta go, gotta run run run.