Amber can haul me like a sled.
It’s what huskies are born to do.
If she runs circles around my legs
with her leash, my answer is simple.
I sit. It’s nothing to celebrate.
We’ll walk when she calms down.
If that makes a dog my boss,
well, most wolves are pretty smart.
She’s old and loves neck rubs by the fire.
My knees belong on a turtle,
a big one that moves best at sea.