pure love
“It’s Gaaaaht-cha Day!” Tal nuzzles her nose into Henny’s neck. “Can we buy her a prehhh-sent?”
“Or take her on a special field trip…” Calliope pulls black hairs from her lips.
Nia runs her fingers across indented flesh — a leash burn reminder of rabbit chases from four years gone by. “We’ve learned a lot.”
Thalia flexes her bicep and points at her muscle.
Calliope closes her eyes and breathes deeper than the ocean.
Nią yawns, places a hand on her heart, and strokes Henrietta’s head. “Worth every moment it took us to get here — an investment in our future.”
If you spend your money a dollar at a time, you’ll wind up with trinkets instead of treasures.
~ Jim Rohn
Remember, the easy road often becomes hard, and the hard road often becomes easy.
~ Robert Kiyosaki
A note from Loveletterist:
Long time readers of 3mm and Born Free Newsletter likely know from our posts that Henrietta has not been an easy dog to raise. We've been bitten, growled at, pulled after all manner of wildlife, woken consecutively at 3 am to barkhowlbarkbarkbark... and perhaps most heartbreaking of all... rebuked in our attempts to show her affection.
Of course I came into our relationship with an expectation... we'd had two devoted and loving labs before Hen -- Elsa and Mara.
That said... I guess we don't always get the dog we want.
We get the dog we need.
We have grown so much through our relationship with Henrietta. Middle of the night awakenings have all but ceased. Hen can run off leash while under strict supervision. In the morning while we lace our shoes, the beast comes to us for a neck rub.
We've grown our patience, persistence, and compassion.
Love is patient. Love is kind. Love does not quit.
So an easy road can become hard, and a hard road easy... and a Medium road can become Substack? 🤔
I think there must be interchanges, forks, and road stops in there somewhere...