She’s walking me down Beech Avenue

past the stone houses.

The ones with the cultured mini gardens

you can’t pee on.

I’m not tugging, I’m not pulling.

CAN’T you see?

Look at me! I’m an Akita!

I walk so proud.

I’m an Akita.

DON’T you see?

I’ll strut my stuff for you.

I can sit, I tell you!

Just ask me. I’ll do it!

Help me out here,

the walls are closing in back there.

No space is big enough with locked gates.

I don’t deserve to be there,

I am innocent.

WON’T you see?

I need to be at your side,

walking, playing.

Your loyal servant.

Please, come to get me.

I am waiting.

I’ll be a good dog

YOU’LL SEE!

Sandra L. Hazley

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