by Armydillo » Sat Nov 19, 2011 7:36 am
He suddenly caught the scent of another unfamiliar fae, but it smelled weak. He would deal with this one first: she obviously wasn't going to give up, and she looked fit and healthy, as far as he could tell.
As Dawn crept closer to the camp, she grew slower. Her paws ached and she was tired, but she wanted to put as much distance between her and this strange pack as she possibly could.
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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