Twixt two or three is his usual time He starts to stare, to tell me that soon We have to go for a walk He has places to go and things to smell P-mail to read at every stop sign Bushes to sniff, to enjoy every whiff Let’s just go ‘round the block The sound of his leash in the closet hung Sets him off, ears erect and tail high He willingly comes to be adorned And offer a happy bark So off we go on our appointed rounds Neither sleet nor rain or gloom of night Restrains this handsome, eager hound