Amble du Jour

The dog catches my eye
and whines his question:
“Now, Boss, now?”
An idea: the smell of salt
opens my mind.
I laugh and nod.
He stands with a clatter
of claws on hardwood,
tail high and boisterous, as
he prances around the couch.
His eager head presses through
the red leash harness
and we’re out the door,
through the dunes,
onto the moor,
hearts on the fly in
our amble du jour.

Toulouse

Tillamook Head

About Jim Stewart

Writer at Butt in Chair
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4 Responses to Amble du Jour

  1. He’s such a wise old soul.

  2. Debra says:

    We know that look, too! I can even identify with head held high and the particular prance! What a lovely place to take that walk. Serene and calm!

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