Rusty: Catch Me If You Can!

When he goes on a tear,
it’s two times, maybe three times ’round the course
from living room to bedroom and back again,
all at break-neck speed!

That which we usually experience as
purposely perambulating from one room to another,
he seems to experience as an explosion of pure joy,
his twin purposes perhaps being

the playing out of pent-up energy
and the sheer exhilaration of the game,
with his mischievous doggy grin leading the way
and ears laid back for maximum aerodynamics!

If he has stolen something
he knows he is not supposed to have,
like a sock or a paper napkin,
then all the better!

Finally comes the triumphant dive under the big bed!
Catch me if you can!
Come on!
Catch me if you can!