Walking the Dog

Its south Florida but it could fool you The sun is ascendant, bright, but its expected Warmth didn't penetrate the cold blowing bracing wind. I know, can’t get any sympathy living the winter luxury Here in south Florida. My walking companion this morning Is a jolly lady octogenarian with her companion dog. Wide open smiling pillsbury pudding face with Somewhat lumpy dough ensconced with two Wrinkly jovial dried cherry eyes Topped by angel hair pasta folded in front By a carefully marcelled blue wave. We exchanged pleasantries; she walked Smartly along in the stimulating cold morning. But her dog; having four legs you might think They’d move faster then hers, not the case! He barely got one paw on the ground ahead of the others. I was really afraid he was falling behind. That dog was old, he was a candidate for A doggy eye job what with his droopy lids. His face seemed to sag slightly , He barely acknowledged me. Most dogs Curiosity overwhelms their good manners Because they are compelled to sniff you out But not him. He just couldn’t be bothered, His age I guess. I saw them both walking Yesterday and today, maybe I’ll ask her How old he is. Maybe not, probably not polite. What do you think?