Walkies
Walkies.
Cold nose upon my hand, searching brown eyes looking into my face. A huge
paw tapping on my knee.
You sit on my foot to get my attention, the huge paw keeps tapping on my knee.Your head rests on my lap.
Eyes pleading, nose pushing, paw prodding, its me, its time, its time, to go out.
Its like you have an alarm clock in your head, this dog who wants to go out on the dot.
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