Dog Weather

I know a dog named Monte,
Who I take every day to Bronte
Provincial Park,
But not in the dark.
He likes to go for a walk,
While I like to stop and talk,
To the other dog owners,
Some of whom are moaners.
In the summer they say,
“It’s too hot out today.”
In the winter they’re cold,
And complain their bones have grown old.
The dogs never care,
What the weather is out there.
Wind, rain, sleet, or snow,
They’re ready to go.
I think Monte is wise,
Because he never sighs.
He takes joy in each day,
And remembers to play!