45 pounds and a day away from euthanasia I rescued my dog. His mutt face and withering body his saving grace. I saw in him in need of Love. His body a reflection of lifes disregard. His eyes a reflection of all that could be. His head bigger than any belly I could fill...I was swept away. I had been considering a puppy for quite some time but when this brute crossed my path I knew we were each others. Hard to reign in; he was a brother of mine. We struggled through those first weeks...each commanding power. Every item within reach chewed and strewn about...a comment about who was to be boss. Ultimately I was to be boss but I had learned his flavor. My Boy now nestles amongst the nests I set for him. When time favors and he is allowed to run free he always takes with him a toy to play...at once at my feet to be swiftly taken away...I am left to fetch, the crafty bastard. He waits, expectant; ears askew and listening in every direction. Eyes darting...waiting for my familiar cue. An ass up , hands down, I play with my dog as I would any other. With abandon. Now a healthy 85 pounds my boy and I are equally distributed.
Posted on: Mon, 04 Nov 2013 13:53:07 +0000
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