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Just shooting the poop with Lori |
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He travels the world on the backs of others Insignificant in his stature and size His journey carries no mission Randomly roaming at the will of his host Sated enough to never question his trek Life is an open adventure without worry If the excitement of his dusty trail dulls Another bus awaits to grant passage With a furry friend to carry him home Ah the wonderful life of a flea |
| He put his hand on my arm and it was the most comforting gesture of love. It was gentle but insistent. He pulled me towards him wanting nothing but love and affection. He stared into my eyes pleading for a connection of our hearts. The beseeching look of agony displayed by the moisture was visible in his eyes. He wanted all that I had to offer and would be sated by whatever I could give. His imploring tug at my arm grew stronger as the whining sound of his cries grew louder He wanted my love so badly. Poor Dimitri, he hadn't seen me in all of ten minutes while he had been outside. I love this dog's way of letting me know that he missed me. |