Walking Miley, Our New Dog
She is a real wrangler I’d say
Knows how to pull a leash tight
She can make my fingers purple
She picks up a scent
Runs back and forth in front of me
I trip over her, step on her paw
And she says, Yip!
But she is learning though
As if when the sun is still
And the world stops spinning
Yea! She’s a real gal pal
Stride by stride, step by step
As if some heavenly magical trick.
©  Danny P. Barbare