On a Sunday Morning, from the pet friendly

motel parking lot, the two jogged with their

Chocolate Lab on the sidewalks along an

industrial park and massive auto auction

corral with silent mustangs, cougars, jaguars,

rams, impalas and strange animals like camrys,

corollas and beemers. It was quiet except for

the joggers’ breathing, foot (paw) steps and

shouts at the dog while tugging at his leash

when he stopped every tenth of a mile or so

to mark his territory and scrape his feet in

the grass to stir up his scent telling all ladies

near and far that he was there, even without

the family jewels. Lumbering eighteen

wheelers, emerged from nowhere,

trying to wake up and shake off the

dust of the weekend, shifted up and

down heading out for places like Newark

and Las Cruses. As brakes squealed, the dog

almost tripped the joggers as he stopped

and, in fear, scooted away from the roar.