{"id":135106,"date":"2023-09-02T18:21:19","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T22:21:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=135106"},"modified":"2023-09-02T19:30:52","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T23:30:52","slug":"when-ireland-loved-walking","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/when-ireland-loved-walking\/","title":{"rendered":"When Ireland Loved Walking"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>frantic leaping<br \/>\no the leash<br \/>\nput it on put it on put it on<br \/>\njumping with joy jump jump<br \/>\nit&#8217;s a tussle to get the clip on the collar<br \/>\nfinally, door open dash out<br \/>\nsurvey all that is to be seen<br \/>\nput nose into the air into the wind<br \/>\nsnuff snuff deep sighs happy sighs<br \/>\ndeep snuffs to get the scent of what&#8217;s there<br \/>\nlet&#8217;s go and she dashes forward<br \/>\nthe leash goes taut and i pick up my pace<br \/>\nto keep up with her pace<br \/>\nlittle legs moving back and forth<br \/>\nlittle hips moving side to side as we<br \/>\nmove along the sidewalk<br \/>\nsometimes tail up looking forward<br \/>\nmost of the time she keeps nose to ground<br \/>\ncriss-crossing the sidewalk<br \/>\nabruptly stops and i almost trip over her<br \/>\na pause to take in the smells then off again<br \/>\nwe walk &#8230; she walk-runs, I walk very briskly<br \/>\nhave to watch her when she stops to sniff deeply<br \/>\nbefore I know it she&#8217;s rolling in some intoxicating odor<br \/>\nwalking walking running running walking running<br \/>\nup and down the street<br \/>\nalongside the curb<br \/>\nlooking for that spot of spots to do her business<br \/>\nfinally she halts and crouches into that familiar squat<br \/>\na little hunched ball for number two<br \/>\nor stretched out with tall straight out for number one<br \/>\nshe looks at me for approval<br \/>\ngood girl good girl<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>frantic leaping o the leash put it on put it on put it on jumping with joy jump jump it&#8217;s a tussle to get the clip on the collar finally, door open dash out survey all that is to be seen put nose into the&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2354,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-135106","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/135106","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2354"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=135106"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/135106\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":135379,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/135106\/revisions\/135379"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=135106"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=135106"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=135106"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}