I’m a Dachshund addict.
Bed warmers, clowns, wrigglers.
Flying, not running.
Legs too short to reach the ground.
Head to tail in motion when I come home.
With them, my sleep is sound.
Winnie in the back of my knees. Wolf in front of my belly.
If I’m a straight line we make a percent sign.
When I turn they adjust, scrambling into place.
When I leave, they scramble to each other.
My six saddest words. “Stay, I will be back soon.”
Sweet!
Great writing. I can see it as you write it.
Thank you. Means a lot coming from you.