Booker-T hurried over to Midge's house
so they could walk to Jake's house together.. He got to the gate and
stopped and stared.. Midge was in the front yard acing strange. He
just stood there watching her.
“Hey Booker-T,” called Midge
as she turned and saw him standing at the gate. “What are you
doing?”
“I was watching you,” smiled
Booker-T. “What are you doing? You looked strange.”
“I was exercising,” said
Midge.
“Exercising?” asked Booker-T.
“I thought we exercised by running around the yard. What kind of
exercising was that?”
“My owner was doing these last
night,” said Midge.
“You look funny,” laughed
Booker-T. “Those are human exercises aren't they?”
“Yes,” said Midge. “They
feel funny doing them too. I was watching her doing them last night
and when I was looking at her funny, she said they were good for
her.”
“My owner runs for exercise,”
said Booker-T. “But I don't run with her. I think Jake sometimes
runs with his owner.”
“My owner don't run,” said
Midge. “She does these funny exercises three times a week when she
watches TV.”
“How does she know what to do?”
asked Booker-T.
“There is some woman on the TV
telling her what to do,” said Midge. “She comes on three nights
a week, I think.”
“Does it help her?” asked
Booker-T.
“I don't know,” said Midge.
“How do you know if exercising is helping you?”
“I don't know,” said Booker-T.
“I don't even like to run.”
“I think dogs like to run more
than cats do,” said Jake as he joined Midge and Booker-T and heard
them talking. “What are you talking about?”
“Midge was trying to do human
exercises when I walked over here,” said Booker-T.
“Why?” asked Jake.
“I saw my owner doing them last
night,” said Midge. “She looked funny so I was trying them out.”
“What were you doing?” asked
Jake.
Midge got up and started to do
some of them for Jake. “One, two, three,” said Midge as she
lifted her legs up over her head and back down. “One, two, three.”
“What good is that?” asked
Jake. “I think running is better. Is that all she does?”
“No,” said Midge. “She does
this weird move and the woman on TV called it the tree.”
“Isn't it hard to stand on one
leg?” smiled Jake.
“Yes it is,” said Midge as she
fell over onto the ground.
“Are you okay?” asked
Booker-T.
“I'm good,” said Midge. “I
guess it is harder for dogs to stand on one leg than it is for
humans. She was standing on one leg for long time with her hands over
her head.”
“It don't look like it is very
much fun,” said Jake.
“I don't think I like it
either,” said Midge.
“Hi guys,” said Gabby as he
flew down from the trees. “What don't you like?”
“Exercising like the humans do,”
said Midge. “They are not fun.”
“Why are you exercising like a
human?” asked Gabby. “You are a dog.”
“I watched her doing them last
night and wanted to try them,” said Midge. “But I don't like
them. I think it is more fun to run and chase a ball.”
“Me too,” smiled Jake. “I
like chasing a ball when my owner throws it for me. Sometimes in the
evenings we go to the park and play.”
“You get a lot of exercising
when you are flying around,” said Midge.
“I get tired too,” sighed
Gabby. “Flapping my wings all the time is hard.”
“Why don't you walk?” asked
Booker-T.
“I have little legs,” said
Gabby. “It would take me a really long time to walk where I need
to go.”
“You walk around the yard pretty
fast for a little guy,” laughed Midge.
“But I can fly faster,” said
Gabby. “And up in the air, it is safer for me.”
“I wish I could fly,” said
Midge.
“Never mind Midge,” said Jake.
“Remember, you tried that once.”
“You fell flat on your face when
you tried,” laughed Booker-T.
“I know,” said Midge. “I
just wish I could fly too. I won't try again.”
“Good,” laughed Jake. “Dogs
don't fly.”
“Safer for you to keep your feet
on the ground,” said Gabby.
“Flying would be nice,” said
Midge. “Cars couldn't hit us in the air.”
“I guess that's true,” said
Booker-T. “But we can't fly. We just have to watch where we
walk.”
“I hear my owner tell her nephew
all the time,” said Midge. “Look both ways when you cross the
street.”
“We do that all the time,”
said Jake.
“I thought we were talking
about exercising,” said Booker-T. “How did we get on the subject
of flying?”
“I think because Gabby said he
exercises when he flaps his wings,” said Jake. “And you know
Midge. She still wants to fly.”
“How about we exercise now and
run for the park,” aid Midge. “Do you want to go and play in the
park today?”
“Can we walk?” asked
Booker-T. “I don't want to run. I want to go ask Melody to go with
us.”
“She's not home,” said Jake.
“She was leaving in the car with her owner when I started walking
over here.”
“Okay, lets go to the park,”
said Midge.
“I forgot to tell you
something,” said Gabby. “That is why I came over here.”
“What?” asked Jake.
“Guess what they are building
near the park,” said Gabby.
“What?” asked Midge.
“A dog track park,” said
Gabby.
“But we already have a new
one,” said Booker-T. “We have been there.”
“This is a dog race track,”
said Gabby. “You went to a dog park where they go to play.”
“Dogs race?” asked Jake.
“Only certain kinds of dogs
race,” said Gabby. “They are called Greyhounds.”
“I never saw a greyhound
before,” said Midge. “Come on, lets go see.”
The three ran down the sidewalk
toward the park.
art imitating life :):)
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