Pets complete our families.We had a tradition to always rescue animals from the shelter or donate food to the shelter. We liked to help people keep their family pets when they were down on their luck. We would give them pet food or do whatever we could to help. We would even pet-sit so they wouldn't have to leave the pet alone for hospital stays or if they went on vacation. We pet-sat more than we babysat. It was while ...
"Do you want to go?" My question is to the room. One set of ears hears in a dead sleep. Springing up. Feet in perfect ballet turnout. Spinning in circles. Pirouettes of ecstasy. "Why does he do that?" She's asked the question before. Sort of rhetorically. Aware that the pup enjoys going out. She's right to wonder, though. "Why does he do his dance of joy, whirling around as if in ballet slippers?" "The pup hears something...
The door has been opened, just for me. A fuzzy blur chased right up a tree. Oh boy, I'm finally free. I breeze through the trees. A quick stop, to destroy a flea. A stern voice of trouble, surely it isn't for me. Oh boy, I'm still free. Look another fuzzy goes up a tree. He's exhausted at last but I'm still gonna flee. Just a little more while I'm still free. A look of disappointment and it's definitely for me. Another b...
And then I shot up from bed. The weather is acting up. I had a bad dream, but what was it? I can’t remember. . . Wait, where is she? Is she okay? I have to check up on her. I don’t know why, but I think she’s in danger! This is what the boy thought to himself as he awoken from an unpleasant slumber, only to be confronted with these feelings of concern and uncertainty. The boy gets up from his bed. He sees that it is dark...
I was a second grader. I had a fuzzy white puppy. It was a snarling fist-sized ball of sharp teeth. Three riders trotted in the driveway. My mom rode Sunny, a big golden palomino, up to me. “Do you want to ride him?” she asked. “Yes.” She boosted me up and I walked him around. My puppy followed, snarling and biting. Sunny stopped. I flapped my feet ineffectively to try to get him to go. He ignored me. I didn’t hear my pup...
I always remember you’re not here.Such a smiling countenance, so much orangenessso very gone I hear you in the silence of the passageway the silence of the house and the silence of the yard(I didn’t even know I was chatting,shuffling around in our island of a houseand now I’m just talking to myself)I’m aching for the feel of my dingo friendnot lostnot alone.Patient Hairy I remember the puppy with his head on my bed,soulfu...
