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woof, woof, woof!
Henrietta sat under September sunshine on wet grass. “Woof! Woof… woof, woof, woof, woooffff… woof!”
Typist stood, stepped away from her oatmeal, and slid the patio door open.
She intended to shush the fourleg… but stopped herself when she heard a faint woof waft over and through the trees riding crisp autumn air. A call and response between the furred continued until Henny realized she was being watched.
The thoroughbred of black Labradors stood and made eye contact with her twoleg. She bounded across the lawn, up the stairs, and over the deck boards. Typist released her charge from her tether. Wet paws trod into the kitchen.
“Which one of you speaks Bark?” Typist asked the muses. “What were they talking about?”
“Greek, yes,” Urania said.
“Body language, yes,” said Tal.
“Sorry Typist,” said Calliope. “None of us speak Bark… yet.”
Words from Typist:
The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.
This morning with the ladies in my Listening Circle we touched on the significance of relationships with our dogs. 🐶 To share your life with a dog is transformational, no doubt.
A reading from Wandering Words: A Walk from A to Z
Chapter 3, Count Your Blessings
(Mara crossed the rainbow bridge in 2019.)
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