July drabbles - 10
Since she’s gone I gaze enviously at people with their dogs on the green. Brown eyes smile, tails wag, and mouths open wide to share fat doggy grins. I struggle to catch the owners’ eye. “May I?” And they frown.
“He’s a bit excitable, see.” “He might jump up.” “He’ll get mud on your skirt.” Do they think I care?
So jump, sweet pup, and roll in my arms and breathe your warm doggy breath all over my face. I miss my Meg and I wonder if you see her in your dreams. Would you tell me if you did?
“He’s a bit excitable, see.” “He might jump up.” “He’ll get mud on your skirt.” Do they think I care?
So jump, sweet pup, and roll in my arms and breathe your warm doggy breath all over my face. I miss my Meg and I wonder if you see her in your dreams. Would you tell me if you did?
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