You’re always watching, staring, wondering:
“Who are you? Why do you love me? Are we a thing now?”
And I can’t tell you.
Outside, a prance in your step.
Tail held high.
I ask you to sit. You do.
Head up, so proud. Slightly cocky.
And I think, someone, somewhere, taught you this.
Back inside, you rest and rest.
Recharging from some – apparently – tiring past.
And this time I’m the one watching, staring.
Puppy breath. Little tail wag.
“Who are you? Why do you love me? Are we a thing now?”
Jana Rade
Friday 6th of February 2015
So adorable! Foster fail in progress? ;-)
Rachel @ My Two Pitties
Friday 6th of February 2015
Beautiful! I heard some rescue or shelter worker once say that she always asks new strays to shake. If they knew it, it was obvious they were once someone's pet.
Lindsay Stordahl
Friday 6th of February 2015
I think that's a pretty good idea! I tried that with Robin (after I already had her home), and she whacked my hand with her paw. I couldn't tell if she actually knew shake or if she was just hitting my hand for fun!
Julia at Home on 129 Acres
Thursday 5th of February 2015
Great post. I'm totally feeling the love.
Lindsay Stordahl
Thursday 5th of February 2015
Thank you.
Elaine
Thursday 5th of February 2015
I'm thinking Ace may soon have a sister, yes? I loved this post, very sweet and from the heart. :)
Elizabeth
Thursday 5th of February 2015
So cute!!! and a wonderful poem to her. I hope she finds a good home, whether its with you or with someone else. :-)