(I am in an iambic pentameter mood today...)

Whenever I walk to the corner store

My dog insists that I take him with me

Excited and wild, he acts like a child

And won't stand still till I strap on the leash

I've a direct path that I like to take

But inevitably, he disagrees

He stops me in my tracks, pulling me back

To a RECord that some other dog peed

He studys with discerning interest

Sniffing and pausing to look all around

He really digs in, pressing his nose deep

And makes expressions; makes critical sounds

And after awhile, he thinks to move on

But not before judging this strange dog's art

Because in his dog's world, if he approves

He'll lift up his leg and give it his heart.

(bloemday's Sonnet 27 is referenced because she got me started on the iambic pentameter kick today.)

***This is not a pure Shakespearian Styled Sonnet in that it has two extra lines (and the rhyming structure is not correct, and the meter is all wrong), but it's iambic pentameter (at least there's ten sylables in each line), so I included it in my sonnets album