Once upon a time, in a town not far away, There lived a dog named Clyde, happy and full of play. But what Clyde loved most, without any doubt, Was going on walks, with his favorite person, Angie, about.

Every day after school, Angie would come home, And Clyde's joy would start to bloom and roam. Off they would go, side by side, Exploring the neighborhood, with Clyde's tail wagging wide.

They would walk by the park, so green and so lush, Clyde would chase butterflies, feeling the rush. Next, they'd stroll down the bustling street, Saying hello to friendly faces they'd meet.

Clyde's ears would flop in the wind, oh so grand, As they walked hand in paw across the sandy strand. They'd build sandcastles and collect seashells small, Laughing and playing, having a ball.

After their adventures, when the sun started setting low, Clyde would savor his last stretch, nice and slow. With a content sigh, he'd curl up in his cozy bed, Dreaming of tomorrow's walk, already ahead.