A Spring in her Step

Our dog Coco has a spring in her step,
Each morning when it’s time for her walk.
She jumps from the couch, at the sight of her leash,
And would hug and thank me if she could talk.
She bolts to the door, her nose pressed tight,
With no patience or calm in her stride.
She runs on ahead, pulling me for a walk,
Eager to find her freedom outside.
She sniffs at the grass, to find a perfect spot,
Before performing her cute twirlly, whirly dance.
Thankful to finally relieve herself,
She vigorously wipes her paws on the grass.
Along the canal path, she joyously walks,
Nipping at my heels for me to run.
Stopping only for some craved attention,
Between chasing the ducks, just for fun.
She stops to sniff at each bush she passes,
As she carefully reads her ‘dog-mail’.
Ready to give her attentive reply,
Recognising her friends from the wag of her tail.
She nibbles some grass, her vitamins sorted,
And sniffs with delight at the find of a bone.
Her mission accomplished, her spring all sprung,
Tired, and content, she leads me back home.