Walking With George
I can hear the echo of your paws clammering against the concrete.
The bell rings but I cannot see any children recess.
Then you chase the squirrel up the tree.
You are definitely a hunting dog.
This time you seem more able to exersise your body.
Not over winded, drooling with exhaustion.
I no longer have to drag you by the leash.
I heard the sound of music playing.