When the wind blows wild,
Hat held down while Hound's ears flap,
Frenzied gusts urge us into motion,
It's drag or be dragged.
Can't we walk all one pace?
"Not I," says the big Beagle.
"Not I," says the small Beagle.
"Not I," says the fluffy Badger.
"Not I," says me.
We'll just take turns being
The dragger and the draggees.
This post was inspired by prompt # 2 at Mama's Losin' It!
Fantastic! A different take on Storm!
ReplyDeleteSo fun! When our brood goes for a walk, the dog is the slowest and the rest of us are spread out over the block ... Daddy keeping up with the fast walkers and me pulling up the caboose with the dog and the toddler.
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Love it!
ReplyDeleteIdentify completely!
ReplyDeleteAwesome, Michelle!
ReplyDeleteGreat post! I like seeing all the different takes on the prompts!
ReplyDeleteThanks! There is something about a windy day that brings out our dogs inner crazy....and as I was in turned pulled forward, or pulling them onward, I thought I should write about this!
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