Fish Walk?

It all started

when

my girl

read that book

on pet care.

"Pets need exercise,"

the book said.

"Time for a walk!"

my girl said.

The next thing

I know

I am

outside

with a view

of the sky.

Air 

all around 

me

- sort of -

rolling

down the street.

Slosh.  Splish.  Splash.

I'm

pretty sure

pulling my tank

down the street

in a wagon

isn't

what the book

intended.