The Divine Old Dog saved the day,

today. Startled by God,

she shot up from her nap in the sun,

outraged by a jogger who dared to run,

she ran to her fence, no rushed, limping a bit,

from the wounds that never heal now,

to the fence by the road. She howled

and barked, and rushed back and forth,

indignant and determined,

she drove the jogger away,

as he ran past her,

and away from her,

and she barked some more,

for good measure

until she was sure he was gone,

and away

from the farm,

and the people

she protected,

and she hobbled back to her spot in the

sun, and leg shaking a bit,

went back to sleep,

to dream of rabbits in the woods,

and chipmunks in the holes,

she had done her work once more,

she had saved the farm again,

from the jogger,

who dared to run by her fence.