from Out With Lanterns, a daily poetry practice
Pappy, my Schipperke, was returned to the rescue center three times. They didn’t know—all he needed was a person who would run with him. 🐾🦋🐾
Beautiful! My golden hated running 🤣
So did my beloved souldog Bunker! He’d sprint for one block then stop. 🤣
Same! She’d sit down after a ¼ mile sprint and refused to move. Cracked me up
Yes yes yes 🫶🏻
I love this poem. dogs are the greatest gift we have.
Such a familiar scene. And what a beautiful companion you have!
Wonderful... you two together... running happy!
what a beautiful girl!
Pappy, my Schipperke, was returned to the rescue center three times. They didn’t know—all he needed was a person who would run with him. 🐾🦋🐾
Beautiful! My golden hated running 🤣
So did my beloved souldog Bunker! He’d sprint for one block then stop. 🤣
Same! She’d sit down after a ¼ mile sprint and refused to move. Cracked me up
Yes yes yes 🫶🏻
I love this poem. dogs are the greatest gift we have.
Such a familiar scene. And what a beautiful companion you have!
Wonderful... you two together... running happy!
what a beautiful girl!