Walking Time

I woke up from deep sleep
to find keeper and Sumo
doing the usual boring leash-thing.



Ok, Sumo, let's round the corner . . .
Stop!
Very gooood. . .
Perfect!
You're a perfect dog!
Now, go . . .
Stop!

I rolled my eyes in boredom
but I watched my popsy
walk with a slow, regal gait
head held high and with eyes alert,
Sumo walk beside keeper with pride.
When keeper says "Stop!"
Sumo freezes and sits beside keeper
waiting for more instructions.


I held up my paws drooling.
My turn, keeper!
I called keeper's attention from my house.
It's my turn!


Keeper ended the training session
with Sumo complete with hugs and kisses.
Sumo obediently went to his house
and plumped himself into his pillows.
Now, it's our turn!
Keeper opened my kennel
and I dashed out like a madman.


Ok, Sweepy, relax!
Keeper laughed as she adjusted my collar.
Remember, do not hurry.
Take your time.


I tried to walk regally beside keeper
and freezes when she calls "stop"
but unlike before when I remain standing
and watching keeper stupidly
this time to surprise her,
I slowly sit and flashed a smile.



Ohhhh, Sweepy!
What a great dog!
You did it!
You're sitting!
Keeper gushed stupidly
while juggling the leash
and her camera phone
to document the event.


Oh, I knew it.
I knew keeper will like this trick.
I am sure she will blah this great news
to the other keeper when she gets home.
It will be the backbreaking news of the day!


So we continued our session
Stop, go, very good, stop, go . . .
That was really great, Sweepy!
Tomorrow we'll try another trick.


I smiled excitedly.
Maybe tomorrow we can try
'shake hands' routine?


I coughed.
I rolled my eyes.
Shake hands?!?
Pleez.
Not that stupid command!
I will not do 'shake hands'!
I refused to shake any hands.
That's it!
I'm off this stupid tricks!


Keeper shook her head amusedly.
She released the leash and
I hied off to the rocking chair
to sit beside my brother Bogart.


Ok, Bogart, your turn!
Er, Bogart. . . Come, it's your turn!




Ok, keep that eyes closed, buddy.
I whispered to my dopey brother.
Never let her take you to walk and sit.
She will soon ask you to 'shake hands'.


Bogart remained sleeping in the chair.
Keeper watched him and walked out
mumbling about some fat, lazy, black hounds . . .


Ok, hear this out, people.
We will sit and stay
and do stop and go
but we will not shake hands.
Bogart snorted.

Now, I wonder if keeper can think
of more exciting things to do
like jump up the tree
or balance on the firewall
just like the stray cats of rainbowAve.
or fly like butterpie and birdiepie
or walk on walls and ceilings
the way lizardpie does it . . .
but no, she has to make us
shake hands and watch her dopey friends
notice my mangosteen paws . . .
completely idiotic . . .