I Love My Dog

A true partnership, we share the need to roam, and to relieve ourselves. He pulls me forward, in his scented search for residue, he is also yearning. We drift through his neighborhood, he exposes me to his dreams, I follow. I begin to see things from his point of view, we share underlying curiosities. And then she appears, apprehensively we skirt around, until she disappears. We turn around, and return to our lesser world, to revisit and reflect anew. I know how it feels old boy, the pull of the leash, putting her just out of reach. Quietly we make our way, footsteps toward the creaking door, I love my dog.