Her name

is Patricia,

and no,

she’s not a

stripper.

She stands tall,

firm and strong

in her body.

Regal,

yet playful.

Powerful,

yet gentle.

Easily amused by,

and accommodating

to

the blundering

admiration

of this

random stranger.

She shifts her

body

closer to the 

makeshift

fence.

My hands find the

delicious coarse hair,

the huge stature.

I drink her in,

sip by sip

this truly wondrous

being.

We really don’t

deserve dogs,

and as I gaze

with blatant admiration

at this beautiful

wolfhound bitch,

a door in my heart

is flung off

its hinges,

at the thought that,

I too,

may one day,

be lucky enough,

to call such magnificence

friend.

~Lu