Scruff checking out those birds in the park
Walking is what I love most, by the river, round the block, romping along the beach. Anywhere with fresh air I am happy to stroll along without a care.
Closely checking every thing, running back and forth so I don’t miss a single thing. I know every house and bush, every lawn and every nook.
I sniff it all and cock my leg, leave my scent to mark each element. Others bark as I go by but I’m too intent chasing the birds to make them fly. Children call out to me but I run away keen to stay free. They say I’m cute but what would I know. I eat, sleep and run real far. I’m well trained and never cross the road until I’m told.
Lick most people and wag my tail but if strange men come by I bark so loud and growl so long they fear for their very life! That’s my job to protect, to warn and check.
But every time my mistress leaves my whole world goes dark. I howl and cry, feels like I will die. Then when she comes home I get a nice treat, schmakos or a walk up the street.