my dog,
is not a sled dog.
when I run,
she walks.
when I run,
she waddles,
sniffs, snorts,
retorts.
when I run,
I pull her,
drag her,
plead with her,
behind me.
when I run,
she ignores me,
(actually this is most of the time)
when I reach a hill,
I have to walk,
and then she sits.
She. runs,
when there,
is a squirrel,
a black lab,
a falling leaf,
a chickadee,
a flash of light,
Abby, Allie,
Christie, Prancer-
but when I run,
she decides she is
a lap dog.
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