Here’s my haiku for today, on the topic of dog walking:
wake up your senses
walk with a dog in the rain
then roll on the rug
It’s Haiku Friday again. For the past twenty years or so, it has been my practice to write one haiku every day. Every Friday I share a haiku here, about whatever topic I happen to choose. I invite you to write a haiku on this topic too, and share it with me and the readers of this blog. Just write it in the Comments below. The only rules are: 1) your haiku must be about the named topic; 2) you must follow the 5-7-5 syllable format; 3) no obscenities or hate (I will delete those). That’s it.
Walking a large dog
I question if I am the
walk-er or walk-ee.
my dog loves to sniff…
sniffing is more important
than the walking part
and I expect for Goody
that first line might just be
*my dog lives to sniff*
It is absolutely true that Goody lives to sniff – such is the meaning of being a Beagle. My other dog, Alex the Terrgi (Terrier/Corgi mix), lives to run. So walking with them both is a challenge — Goody lags behind to get every last vestige of smell from every bush or clod of dirt, and Alex tries to forge ahead and pull me into a run. So even though they are not large dogs, I do not feel like the walker, but a schizophrenic walk-ee.