Daily Drag

Meet my personal trainer, Casey,
Chocolate-and-white spaniel,
Brownie mask, freckle face-y.

Her dance of delight at the door,
Impossible to resist, she
Begs for one stroll, more.

Across the school yard, vacant lot,
Around the church-turned-gym,
Through the cemetery, we trot.

Flappy eared dog-in-motion,
Bobs and weaves, leads
Ten-minute-mile in-tow commotion.

For a mile—more, if her way—
I huff and puff, watch,
Ponder, compse, or pray.

Observers look askance, say,
“Your dog, it doesn’t obey?”
I smile, shrug, look away.

With Casey’s tail-wagging glee,
I’ll someday greet exercise, maybe.
For now, she springs my lethargy.