Love Saves a Greyhound

(Written by guest author Suzanne Fraser)

Life runs across the page, expressing itself in a dandelion, having been awakened by a puff of air... Just a “poof” of air... now losing its head!.. look at the spray of little wispys! They flitter and fluff here and there... Swirling and pifffley-whiff... floating with no particular idea where they all will land!

As was my Sandy-O, held tightly in my arms, being carried down the road from the house on the hill... carried because she didn’t know what a leash was for... or she did, but didn’t see relate to any good ending... Oh, Sandy-O! You are NOT spending another day up there!!!

So, I brought a young little Greyhound girly-girl back to our place... where she’ll be treated with love and kindness, and given a silly retro-name (not just “dog” anymore), where their always has been a warm spot; carpet, sand, blankey... warm & dry! No more squeezing into a tiny ball in the corner of that kennel on the hill where mud & feces & food & whimpers go unseen & unheard!! I wanted to take them all home!! But this little missy had locked a me in an unbreakable stare... she can hold a stare, the stare even the most seasoned of poker players could ever wish to have... Unblinking & unwavering, she can hold it on you for minutes... Oh, how she now holds our hearts!! And now, her face is getting whiter every day... the white mask of age is so apparent now... My Sandy-O is fast reaching her expiration date... As all little creatures do... as am I... joints cracking & creaking. My vision now blurs my world a bit, but that stare can still get me... Look around! There it is! Lovely little girly-girl (she can’t help herself!) now adds a whine or two to that stare... Emphasizing that she should have a particular doggie biscuit right now!

My dear neighbors .. that magical Furlandia down the road, where fluff and whiskers, hooves & piddly-paddley little footers wind their colors around & ‘round... Look!! windy-flitters of rainbows!... Swirling around all our hearts... Lifting away...

I have been blessed. The Hill House kennel is empty now... No more sadness there... Thank you, my little Sandy-O... my little sprinter who sleeps in comfort 22 hours a day... As they all should...

I’m not a writer, not an artist per se... But I love a brush in my hand, and find joy in the pages of my old thesaurus... simple joys... That’s it for now. I’ll try more another time. Thank you, your neighbor down the way... Suzanne.

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