Walking with my mate
WALKING WITH MY MATE
You pick up the lead like you’d handle a knife
Gently, tenderly, trying not to make a noise, to surprise
But he hears, an ear pricks, his eyes spring to life
He barks, jumps, twirls, joy impossible to disguise
Off we go, adventure awaits, a walk has begun
His tail wildly wagging, he’s pulling, he’s alive
He knows for us both a walk is such fun
Exercise and air helping both of us thrive
Watching him run, gambol, jump; sniff other dogs too
Chase his stick, or his stone; about turn and run back
Instinctively he knows of a job he must do
Which is rounding up you, the leader of his pack
One day go walking, no dog, he’s at home
You trudge and you tramp; this isn’t much fun
You notice each step, grumble how far you’ve come
Turn around and go back, this so called walk is done
A dog makes a walk and a walk makes a dog
The two seem inseparable, go together, they’re paired
For without my best mate a walk’s just a slog
A walk’s not a walk without my dog there
