All three dogs combine,
In a synergistic display of kinetic
energy
That explodes
As we open the front door.
Rushing over , on and around,
They are primarily involved in their
forward motion,
Delighting in their own sheer
exuberance.
And only secondarily elated to have us
return.
No sooner have they displayed wondrous
affection,
As a small undisciplined mob,
That they recall the game was “on”
upstairs.
Time to race back into the house and up
the stairs.
Reaching the second floor landing,
They scramble to gain purchase on the
hard wood floor
Then reverse course and charge back
down
To repeat the pandemonium one more
time.
It’s not hard to imagine the man who,
Viewing this scene,
Might unsmilingly conclude,
“Those dogs are out of control”.
Unfortunately people past the age of
five
Suffer from a severe case of genetic
code
And are unable to show such unmitigated
happiness.
It’s a shame dogs can’t give classes.
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