Sometimes when I go walking in the forest there are leaves on the ground and fog in the air. The ground under my paws is damp, the smells are strong and fresh.
When I go walking in the forest, sometimes I run instead. Sometimes I zoom, I fly like the wind.
And sometimes my person plays with me, and this makes me laugh.
Sometimes when I go walking in the forest the rain falls softly on my fur. Sometimes it falls hard, and sometimes it doesn't fall at all.
Sometimes when I go walking in the forest I hear the skittering of little animals, hiding their food for winter.
Sometimes when I go walking in the forest I listen to these creatures and I imagine that I am a great hunter.
Sometimes I am a wolf, streaking silently through the bushes. Sometimes I am a coyote, bounding up the hill.
And sometimes I am just a Dog, out for a walk with my person on a wonderful fall day.