DogSpeak #14 Raceway
Welcome folks to the Indy 500!
No cars, no tracks, just two dogs
and a stairway.
Get set for some excitement
as we ready at the start of lap 1.
Motors revving, we’re inching over
the line, go! Uh oh, here comes Mommy
with a big basket full of clean laundry.
She’s two steps up and we can’t stop!
She saw us, sidestepped, and we tied
at the landing. Lap 2 is down, another tie.
We’re huffing hard but ready for lap 3 –
we’re intent – it’s race day! Oh no,
here comes Mommy again, this time
on her cell phone. She knows us,
knows our games, but she’s distracted.
Whoa, Mommy held on, down went
the empty basket, landed on my brother
and he’s in a cage, haha! Mommy’s
yelling, he’s running with the basket
on his back and I’m on the couch
laughing.
Dad’s in the basement, hears the ruckus
and is stomping up the steps. My brother
shucks the basket, we’re at the top of
the stairs in a flash, falling fast. Dad
sees us, puts his hands up to warn us
but it’s too late, we’re tumbling down,
arms, legs, paws, and tails spinning;
we land on a pile of dog blankets, soft
and cushy, a face full of kisses for Dad
for catching us. But we got caught
for the last time.
Sorry folks but the raceway is closed
for the season, forever really. We’re
grounded – that means we have to stay
on one floor, no tandem stair races,
no laps up and down, but lots of sloppy
kisses for Mommy and Daddy.
We can’t be stopped, we need to race.
Now to set up some dirt tracks across
the backyard, around the veggie garden,
through the garage, and to the pool, yeah!
Stayed tuned for the next race day!
~ J R Turek
