First Appeared in Whispering Angels Anthology, "Nurturing Paws" - 2011
His "mommy" had taken her grandson bungee jumping, and left me dog sitting. Eli, a tiny black "Pom," two pounds dog, five pounds hair, stared at me. His sad eyes begged, "My mommy's gone, what're you gonna do about it?" In spite of mediocre ability –What do dogs know?– I began to sing, "You Are My Sunshine." Eli pointed his nose heavenward, pursed his mouth, and sang with me, his tongue curled into a rose-tinted petal of love.
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