The adopted girl was six going on a puppy.
We couldn’t let her off leash for a moment
Because the girl off leash might be
Gone in a nanosecond, our new opponent.
We found exactly the right harness —
It fit just fine and kept her in line.
So we put it on with trepidation and stress
Wondering if she would be fine.
She did just fine, jogging right along
This path and that sniffing only slightly.
She stayed the course regardless how strong,
She could have pulled against us mightily.
Thirty minutes we were on that trail
And grateful to get back to the car.
We arrived safe at home without fail
Looking forward to a noon nap without a care.