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I was lounging
on the ground, damp seeping through my faded cutoffs, freshly
mown grass scattered about, when he ambled over. He held his
tail high, a flag to announce his mood. Floppy ears at just
the right angle to elicit a good scratch. A black glistening
nose popped up in front of my face, like an inquisitive bee
testing the air. Soft brown eyes gazed at me, with that particular
look of adoration, pleading for attention.
Reaching out my glistening arm, I stroked his silky back.
He stood there and looked at me, while I regarded him with
equal intensity.
The scene stood still, under the hot summer sun. A vibrant
canvas stretched out, with bold colors taking your breath
away. Leaning into my hand, his gaze stepped down a notch
and the colors washed to pale gentleness.
A butterfly danced in front of him. He was off! Stealing joy
from the air, while the butterfly lead him on a frantic chase.
Laughing, I followed.
How could I not?
©1998,
Christie Benson
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