I start out at a run, being pulled right along;

I sure hope we slow down before very long!

We come to a mailbox and come to a stop

But not after long, we're off at a trot.

A car's coming by!  I tug at the leash

Making it short.  "Get on the grass please!"

A nice grassy spot, again there's a pause.

I grab a blue baggy and pick it up off the moss.

There's a squirrel to the left, I give a small tug.

My small partner snarls at the squirrel looking smug.

Again we move on at a slight slower pace

Until we are close to another; it's a race!

Mine is the smaller, hers is the bigger

Yet mine still attacks hers with rigor!

I pull mine away with a firm repremand

And from hers quickly and smoothly disband.

Again on our way 'til we come to a halt

A scent must be made on the fireman's vault.

We're on the home stretch!  It's sure about time!

The very last hill we are starting to climb.

We make it back home and we dash up the walk;

My friend knows what's coming, it's not time to sulk.

To the counter he heads for a treat like a stalker.

I'm sure you have guessed it, that's right, I'm the walker.

I start out at a run, oh what joy's to be had!

At the start of a walk, I'm always so glad!

There's sticks everywhere left just for me

At the front of each house so that I can pee.

No, please don't slow down!  It's just a small car!

I promise I won't run out very far!

Oh dear, I must stop in this spot very green.

Ah, that feels better; now let's go, don't be mean!

Hey, look it's a squirrel!  Just let me give chase!

Why must you always turn about-face?

I move a bit slower, enjoying the view;

Wait what's that smell?  A dog whose hide I'll chew!

I take off at a run; I'll show him who's boss!

I sniff him for safety, then it's all at his loss.

Don't pull me away, I've only just started!

Oh fine, I admit it, it's me you've outsmarted.

Oh happy joy!  It's a red funny shape!

That's where I know my scent I'll undrape.

I think we've turned back; I smell my own smell.

Why must my walker speed up now, do tell?

But wait, I remember, it's time for a treat!

Those crunchy good things with a filling of meat!

Oh, I can smell them, to the kitchen I jog.

I'm sure you have guessed it, that's right, I'm the dog.