There is no snow, but
leaves have lost their hold
there is no frigid wind
but  the morning's bright and cold.
And so I ask myself...
do I really want to walk?
the urge to go is strong
but my body balks.
My  dog waits patiently
gives me a puzzled look
he ***** his head as if to ask
he knows me like a book.
For him I bend a little
he means the world to me
I picture him outside
loose and  running free.
And I cave in to canine wishes
to the love of my dog, I submit
he so easy to please
don't want him to throw a fit
and so I go.