The van door opens,
black wiggling motions.
The humans have returned,
fuss and affection fully earned.
Jet with his wiggly waggly tail,
body waving, soon free from his cushy jail.
One fluid motion,
harness on, driven by the notion,
of another doggo’s friendly face,
“Alfie is ace”
Serious sniffs to check it’s safe,
then speedy feet and a fluid strafe,
out the door and into the vast space,
a bark in the distance, this is the place.
The walk over to Alfie’s house is short,
but you see Jet is not the waiting sort.
Prancing paws pulling,
humans moving but only shuffling.
Ecstatic ears bouncing,
flicking away in the wind, announcing,
nose at the spearhead,
racing, chasing, scrapping - fun time ahead.
The icy wind has no effect,
Jet’s excitement and joy are unchecked.
Still doing his duty,
stop for a wee, a sniff, still a wiggling booty,
sparkles of sunlight,
swirling around ever so bright,
the dulling cold,
stripped away and made old,
the humans seeing his drive,
push on, feeling slightly more alive.
Across the road and up to the gate,
bursts of barking, setting our fate.
The final courtyard is the last leg,
Alfie’s cries start the powder keg.
Face to face they both bow,
focused in their unspoken vow.
A leap in the air from both,
eyes wide, ears sharp, remember the oath.
It is time to chase, race,
bite the other’s face.
The humans cast their eyes upon them,
what absolute and utter mayhem.