Tag: dogs
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Dungeon Master
Sowhy is it,that I love you,so very much?This crazycontentment,that seems to havetrapped us botha mere fourmonths in…Four months,going on ten years. It’s in your eyesthat crinkle,when you laugh,or say somethingthat’s bothfunny andhighly inappropriate.It’s the waythey look deepinto my soul,catching my breathin my throat.It’s compassion,and lust,and a softness thatI could not begin todescribe. It’s in the…
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Tell me
Dear Readerwhat doesyour own, personalShangri-Lalook like?How do youfeel when you’re there?And conversely,what do you misswhen you’re not?I’d love to know,as most of ushumans are quitesimilar, yet also quite different.And the things,experiences, andtogetherness thatmake our own hearts happycan sometimes bequite different. My Shangri-Lahas dogs: many and often!They’re everywhere,active and languid,big and small, okmostly big and scruffy!(Hi…
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I found
it, there this morning: my is-ness. It was there, in the quiet so loud, it thrummed my ears. It was there, in the air, so thick and lush, it stuck in my throat. It was there, in the happy wiggle butss of my dogs, the satisfying crunch of my shoes on the stoned ground. It…
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You gave me
your heart to love, and to protect. My constant companion, the one I clung to above all others. You licked my tears, we walked, we ran, we snuggled, we snoozed. And I always knew that you were the one… The chances of soulmates being slim. I felt awe and wonder in your presence, a wise,…
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She lets
me know that I’ve been out too late. Chewed sticks abound indoors, to be picked up half-heartedly and tread upon furiously. She lets me know that she’s actually the one calling the shots by fence fighting like a demon, back-ridge up, and tail furious. She lets me know that everything is going to be just …
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I smiled
this morning when you saw me and wagged your tail, ok, it was only a tiny bit, yet it was a flag of hope, you’d turned a corner. I was amused when you sniffed at your breakfast, and then, ever so politely declined. I laughed when you let me know that you’d be ok with …
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We feed the birds
every morning. Guineafowl. She waits and watches them… And from deep inside my brain I hear David Attenborough’s magnificent sharp whispered narration: The wonder of the truly unique, magnificent, african chicken. She continues to stare licking her lips, longingly, for please, should just once, fate be on her side, and a deliciously steaming hot chicken…
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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.…
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It’s just a dog
So there’s no shame in dropping it into an acquaintance’s yard. All pre-arranged, neat, of course. It’s just a dog now left to the mercy of strangers as you carry on with your important life, relocating with a non-pedigree dog is so inconvenient, and expensive, really. He’s not just a dog, that first day in…
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There’s a gap
in the morning walkas the cool air poolsinto the indentationyour body leftbehind. There’s a holein my heartand I may slowly, eventuallybleed to death,the sticky red tearssnaking into the soil. There’s a cavein my soulwhere we used tocommune.Content,gloriousand uninhibited,our simple union. There a craterin my life,which only youcan fillDear One.And as our paths forkfurther apart.I long…