“The Walk”

By Stanley the Greyhound

Ah, there is nothing like a proper walk.
The rhythm of my long legs stretching out, the breeze brushing through my ears, the fresh perfume of flowers along the way—it’s glorious. A walk is meant to be elegant. Graceful. Dignified.

Enter my brother.
Ollie.
Pure, unfiltered chaos on four legs.

While I stride like a queen, he bounces around like he’s auditioning for a circus act. One moment he’s playing some ridiculous “jumping game” with Dad and his leash, the next he’s galloping in circles with a stick twice his size clamped in his slobbery jaws. And don’t even get me started on the begging. He locks eyes with Mom for half a second and suddenly—boom—treats appear like magic.

Meanwhile, I’m over here doing the actual work of being poised and polite on the leash. Doesn’t anyone notice? Doesn’t anyone care?

And the worst part? People might be watching. I can only imagine what they’re thinking: “Look at that graceful brindle beauty… and the giant puppy clown next to her.”

Honestly, it’s exhausting. A walk should be about exercise and fresh air, not babysitting. But I suppose that’s the price of being the older, wiser sister.

Still, I’ll keep my head high, my stride smooth, and my dignity intact—even if my brother insists on being the neighborhood embarrassment.

Sincerely,
Stanley 👑