Willpower

As a dog, I often muster up a little willpower on my daily walks. I don't dare to sniff every Queen Elizabeth Rose as I pass by. Even if the rose is in full bloom, dangling above my head from the trellis at the Rathbone House, and the petals are that delicious shade of fuscia, I hold back and keep on the sidewalk.

I do my best to avert my eyes as we trot past the rainbows dancing above the grass. Even though the mist from the sprinklers tempts me so maliciously with it's spray, I don't run gleefully through the mushy wet grass. No, that would be bad.



I try to be a good dog. Honest.

Bark at you later,
PJ the dog blogging dog :-)