by Armydillo » Sat Nov 19, 2011 7:09 am
Dusk slowed his pace but continued running. He could smell them now, whoever they were, and he was getting rather close.
Dawn crouched to the ground and padded on, hoping to get away from the wolves. Her focus was on what she could hear, so she could not smell that she was actually getting closer. Dawn was never one for survival, but she had made it this far in life.
Sometimes in life you've JUST got *.to.* move... ON.
And sometimes in life you've JUST got *.to.* ...stay where you ARE.
My Dog
You're one in a million, you're special to me. Affectionate, loyal, and good company.
You're there when I'm lonely, and life seems a bore, you cheer me and offer a comforting paw.
The look in your eyes says you quite understand, as you thrust a bewhiskered wet nose in my hand.
You never desert me wherever I go, you're a far better friend than some people I know!
I thank you by writing this short monologue, to my faithful, devoted companion ~ my dog. <3
© 1979 Jillie Wheeler.
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